I have awful looking hands. The skin looks so dry and dehydrated, cuticles cracked and the skin surrounding my nails peeling. I try to maintain the shape of my nails but I don’t always succeed. Let it be said, (and this may come as a total shock to most of you), that I have never had a manicure and pedicure done ever. ‘Self-service’ doesn’t count, does it?
No, I don’t live outside of civilization, if that’s what you’re wondering about. It’s just that I think it’s not a necessity, nor a luxury I can’t do without. It’s one of those expenses I simply can’t justify especially since I know the results can be so fleeting. I know my nails could look gorgeous after going for the service. However, can that sublime effect really last given that I’m constantly washing my hands, washing dishes, sanitizing my 4-year old and then wait for everything to be dirty to be cleaned up again? It’s one of those things I know I can do myself and one thing I would rather stay practical about.
They say you can tell a lot by a person’s hands. I’ve always felt my hands were alright. They’re far from gorgeous and like I said, they’re dry and peeling in some areas, but I’ve never been self-conscious about them. Until….one day a couple of years ago, I was walking in the mall, pushing the stroller with Noah in it, and this salesman, selling beauty products, particularly lotions, I assumed, stopped me, and immediately zoomed in on my hands. Then with such a tone of horror in his voice, he made it known to me how horrible my hands looked and that I absolutely needed some serious moisturizing. Granted he was out to sell me something and that I need not take him too seriously, the point is that I’ve never felt so bad about my hands until that moment.
I didn’t want to waste my energy arguing with him, defending my lifestyle choices considering he was a nobody in my life. Nevertheless, I still thought it was one of the meanest things ever said to me, not to mention unjust. Who was he, judging my hands that way?...my hardworking hands…these hands that care for a child and husband…these hands that run a household…hands that love and teach and comfort. Those that truly know what these hands can do have no ill judgment towards them, but feel full acceptance and even reverence.
Despite the less-than-ideal appearance of my hands, they are mine and have done so much for me and those I love. Whether your hands spend their days caring for your children, or a sick family member, aging parents, teaching other children, defending the country, creating art, healing others or doing any kind of work to support you and your family…love them, and know that they are beautiful and precious. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.