nervous habit
Words and illustration by Weiqi Chuah.
Content note for anxiety.
the edges of my nails are rounded
like the contours of a rocky cliff,
faces of crooked smiles, rugged and rough
never a perfect crescent.
I groomed them every day, set them
between my teeth
and chiseled,
wearing away ragged tips.
smoother, rounder, not too sharp
my teeth like tectonic plates grinding
at faults, rupturing
skin, sculpting.
but corners stayed
chipped, grew
more jagged edges, sharpened themselves
against the ridges to form
rocky formations.
I tried to make them perfect,
put my nails between soft bristles
dripping red, pink. Glittering,
perfect.
I tried not to bite.
but I did.
my teeth bit off every lacquer layer,
every flake of glitter,
swallowed the colours whole and left them
the way I've always known -
jagged edges, chipped corners, familiar faces
smiling crookedly back at me.
Poet’s Note: Nail-biting has always been the one bad habit that has followed me through life. My mother used to nag at me for it, my friends would scowl at my disgusting fingers, my aunt once refused to put nail polish on me for fear that I would bite it off – I did, and still do. I later connected the dots and figured out that the nail-biting was merely a manifestation of my anxiety. The poem and accompanying illustration is about my experience with this – how I get taken over by the urge to fix and groom my nails by biting and biting, only for it to become worse. The imagery of mountains signifies both the jagged, rugged edges of my nails, yet I hope to also evoke some kind of strength and empowerment to overcome habits like these.