I Feel like a Woman (fake, albeit)

For someone who loathes pretention, I must protray it quite severely. I have been asked in the last three months if several things on my body are fake.

1)No, my hair is my own. I do not have extensions. I would get extensions if my hair were short and I wanted longer hair, but this is my own, home-grown stuff. Thank you. I think.

2)My fingernails are my own. I used to be a chronic biter (blush). I always hated my hands and my nails. Bitten nails are extremely unfeminine, in my opinion. Once, while reading an article about Ol' Blue Eyes, I noted that Frank said the first thing he noticed about a woman was her hands. He liked a nice set of gams, but a pair of well-manicured nails and soft hands really did it for him. There was a time when I got acrylics and tips, but I decided to shoot for healthy nails and a fatter pocketbook. Plus, I just couldn't stand the feeling of those big fat thick things. I needed to be able to get my hands dirty and clean. Thanks to Nailtiques, I have a set of natural nails that are strong and apparently quite attractive, I think.

3)No, those aren't fake either. It is astonishing to me that anyone would think these are false. They have a very natural shape and aren't sitting right under my chin. Nor are they excessively large; I don't think. I am not sure if this is meant to be complimentary, so thank you?