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When I was in 2nd grade the cutest boy in my class was biting his nails. I asked him why he did. He said that some tasted like chocolate ice cream and others tasted like vanilla. I started biting my nails that day...he was cute!
My Dad told me that biting my nails would result in a large toenail being attached to my stomach lining.
i used to belive that if you bite your nails,they would start growing and by the time they tuned into a finger,they would turn into bad fingers that would pick other people's noses.
If you bite your nails, a hand will grow in your stomach.
When I was 7 or 8 I had a terrible habit of biting my nails. One day my aunt said "If you keep biting your nails, the nail will get stuck in your stomach and you will have to have surgery right away before you die." I stopped.
To get me to quit the never-ending nail-biting, my mom used to say that the bits of nails I swallowed would give me appendicitis, and then she pointed at the spot in my lower belly where my appendix was supposed to be and described the horrible pains I’d suffer. I never quit, but because of that odd prognosis of hers, I pictured my digestive system as a very simple mechanism consisting of 2 metal chutes going from my throat to my lower belly – one which would take all food and drink to the left, I guess to the stomach, and the other which would recognize and separate nails only and then send them to the right, straight to the appendix.
I can't remember who it was, but when I was young, a family member told me that if I kept biting my nails I would eventually get appendicitis. It didn't stop me. I finally did stop about 5 years ago, but i wasn't because I lived in fear of a raputured appendix.
When I was about 5 - 10 ,I had a really bad habit of biting my nails.(fingers and toes)My mom told me that I could get worms in my stomach from the dirt underneath and I believed her.I am still not sure if it is true..but my daughter does the same thing,but the story did not work on her for she is still eating her nails.
My dad told me that if I kept biting my nails that I would get frog fingers.
I think he just meant that they would *look* like frog fingers, all knobby and wide. He's right, but I've seen worse than what I ended up with.
My older sister taught me that if I swallowed gum and chewed my fingernails, the bits of fingernails would get embeded in the gum. the gumnail ball would travel about inside my body and slice up my heart and other vital organs.
My mom used to tell me that if I bit my nails, I would later look like the Venus of Millo. I went on biting them...
But then, I had to find a job.
When I was a small child I used to believe that by chewing my fingernails off,that I would one day have no arms at all. My mother had everything to do with that.
My Granny used to tell my sister that if she bit her fingernails and swallowed them that they would somehow get around her heart and give her a heart attack. My sister stopped biting her nails after that!
I was told by a friend at school, and believed completely until I was almost an adult, that if your nail broke (or you bit it) down to the pink then it wouldn't grow back. This was because only the white bit grew, the pink was always the same size. It didn't stop me biting my nails but I did it VERY carefully!
My parents said "stop chewing your nails or when you stop when you're older, you'll get ingrown nails." I thought that meant that when the nails got long enough, they would turn around and start growing back towards my fingertips and eventually go into the skin, so I was scared to stop. To this day, I chew my nails.
my mom used to tell me that i shouldn't bite my fingernails because there were worms under them. i'd always thought she meant that the worms would stick out from under my fingernails and squirm around. i found out years later that kids can indeed get li'l tapeworms from ingesting the dirt under the fingernails. yum!
I bit my nails all though my childhood, and the rest. Mum told me that you only grew nails as far as your elbow and once you"d used them up, you would run out and not grow anymore. I bit my nails anyway in fear that it was the last nibble I'd ever have!
When I was 6, I caught a mild dose of scarlet fever. So, as was usual in those days (1930), I spent the next three weeks in the local isolation hospital, a range of tin sheds on the outskirts of Winchester.
Once a week the Nurse put the small group of children there into an enormous bath, where we were scrubbed and had our hair washed. Then, wrapped in towels, we had our finger and toe nails trimmed. As she did so, she warned us not to bite our nails - as one poor girl had done - or the chewed-off bits could turn into worms in our tums. Of course, we only knew about earth worms...
Much later, I realised the truth of her warning. Tapeworm eggs can lurk under dirty fingernails, but the frightful thought that bits of nails could turn into worms stayed with me for years...