Sometimes I don't like the way my hands look. They're too chubby or misshapen or just plain ugly. I realized today that everything I dislike or complain about my hands is there for a reason, even if I didn't know it before.
Sometimes my nails are chipped. But it's because of hard work (or a restriction analysis lab in Biology class).
Sometimes my hands have paint or dirt on them. But that's just because I love arts and crafts and nature (or in this case, make-up from our school's production of "Servant of Two Masters").
I have a callus on my right ring finger. But it's because I love to write so much that I'm constantly scribbling or doodling, and the fact that I'm a perfectionist and need total control over my work forces me to put too much pressure from my pencil, causing a mark.
The pads of my fingers are tough. But it's because I love to play music on the piano and flute, and playing for years causes my fingers to toughen up.
My veins are visible from the top of my hand. But so are my mom's and dad's, and it's something that has been passed down the generations.
Now I realize- I love my hands, and without them I could do practically nothing that I live to do. I shouldn't hate them- I should love the flaws that make me who I am!
What do you love about yourself?