Shattered
I hate the state of my jaundiced and brittle toe nails.
Vanity battle scar from netball.
The broken big toe nail is a result of cumulative stresses to the nail from all the e-brakes I do for the sake of dodging my opponents.
The third toe is just a victim of circumstances.
I'm not the gung-ho sort who would pull off the offending dangler and be done with it once and for all.
So, I'm living with the dead and broken toe nail, bidding the healthy portion to grow faster such that the busted former would just painlessly drop off.
Which might take months...
I'm so conscious of my naked un-pedicured toes....I'm sure the commuters on the subway were staring at them when I go open-toed.
I know its probably all in the mind. But I'm not taking any chances and I'm sticking my feet, together with the mangled toes, into pumps!
Until the day I can once again have gloriously beautiful toe nails, never shall I unnecessarily expose the ugly toelings!
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jeremy
Claracadabra
