Me and my nails are in constant conflict, I grow them then bite them, grow them then bite them. Especially when I am writing, I tend to absent mindedly bite my nails.
When I first accepted being androgyne I used to paint them with these nail varnishes in thin tubes that meant you could do dots and pictures - I used to do it on Wednesday, which was my day at college. I got lots of nice comments and some interesting looks on the tubes, but it was far too much effort for someone like me to keep up.
If I'm going somewhere special, I'll paint 'em a pearly pink and whiten the tips. It makes me feel tidy, just like a close shave and an attempt to reign in my wildaway hair.