On hands and relative beauty
Mar. 16th, 2005 08:24 pmI've decided I should view my face the way I view my hands. My hands have lots of little imperfections or features that could be beautified, but I don't care at all. If my face, however, exhibits a darkish speck an eighth of a millimeter in diameter, I will spend 15 minutes up against the mirror, prodding and squishing and generally besieging it with my (uncared for) fingernails. This makes no sense, considering it only makes my delicate facial skin worse.
My hands are small--I can reach maybe two notes outside an octave on a piano, at most; and cannot pick up a basketball one-handed. If I do put on lotion, it isn't for looks; it's only for comfort, when the skin is getting so dry that it starts stretching and stinging at the knuckles. (It might also be for scent, since of course I own a bunch of fragrance-drenched lotions.) The cuticles haven't been treated in any way, shape, or form for months. I don't paint my nails or bite them, but I seldom trim them either; so they're uneven from one finger to another, each getting torn off and smoothed down as it gets to be too long, or happens to break. I've got a couple fading spots on my knuckles where there were scabs from knocking against something or other. You can see blue veins through the backs of my hands. The only decoration is my wedding ring, which is indeed gorgeous, but not ostentatious. I practically never get the "Whoa! Check out those diamonds!" comments some women do on their rings. I love it, and that's all I care about.
I am perfectly contented with my hands. I like how they look. I like that they type fast. I like that they can play piano, at least on a good day when they're warmed up.
Now I just need to reach this level of Zen with my face. I can still take care of it--as with my hands, I should keep it clean, moisturized, and decorated as I see fit (here we're talking lipstick instead of rings)--but zeroing in on all its imperfections is hardly doing me any good. No, I don't look like a model most of the time. Know what? Neither do models. They're Photoshopped. I should appreciate all the little quirky things about my face that make me an individual.
Choose a part of yourself that you never trouble yourself over. Admire it. Breed this admiration, and transfer it to other parts. Relax.
Ommm.
(Thank you for attending this self-help session. I take cash, checks, and PayPal.)
My hands are small--I can reach maybe two notes outside an octave on a piano, at most; and cannot pick up a basketball one-handed. If I do put on lotion, it isn't for looks; it's only for comfort, when the skin is getting so dry that it starts stretching and stinging at the knuckles. (It might also be for scent, since of course I own a bunch of fragrance-drenched lotions.) The cuticles haven't been treated in any way, shape, or form for months. I don't paint my nails or bite them, but I seldom trim them either; so they're uneven from one finger to another, each getting torn off and smoothed down as it gets to be too long, or happens to break. I've got a couple fading spots on my knuckles where there were scabs from knocking against something or other. You can see blue veins through the backs of my hands. The only decoration is my wedding ring, which is indeed gorgeous, but not ostentatious. I practically never get the "Whoa! Check out those diamonds!" comments some women do on their rings. I love it, and that's all I care about.
I am perfectly contented with my hands. I like how they look. I like that they type fast. I like that they can play piano, at least on a good day when they're warmed up.
Now I just need to reach this level of Zen with my face. I can still take care of it--as with my hands, I should keep it clean, moisturized, and decorated as I see fit (here we're talking lipstick instead of rings)--but zeroing in on all its imperfections is hardly doing me any good. No, I don't look like a model most of the time. Know what? Neither do models. They're Photoshopped. I should appreciate all the little quirky things about my face that make me an individual.
Choose a part of yourself that you never trouble yourself over. Admire it. Breed this admiration, and transfer it to other parts. Relax.
Ommm.
(Thank you for attending this self-help session. I take cash, checks, and PayPal.)
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Date: 2005-03-16 09:30 pm (UTC)On the other hand, I chew my nails and cuticles to within truly painful proximity to oblivion. Ow. Bad hands! Be happy, like the neck!
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Date: 2005-03-17 10:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-16 11:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-17 10:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-17 12:07 am (UTC)A woman who is content with part of her body!!!
I think I don't know anyone 'normal' any more.
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Date: 2005-03-17 10:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-17 05:04 am (UTC)Beautiful ruminations!
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Date: 2005-03-17 10:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-17 08:25 am (UTC)Now, if I could just transfer that mind-set to my thighs...but they're not teeny-tiny, is the problem. *sigh*
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Date: 2005-03-17 10:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-17 09:07 am (UTC)Our hands sound very much alike. LOL I have never done a cuticle treatment nor do I keep my nails evenly trimmed or painted (most of the time), either. ;-)
This was a really terrific post. Thank you!!!
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Date: 2005-03-17 10:23 am (UTC)Hands are meant to do stuff, not to be pretty and idle. Why were we given opposable thumbs, otherwise? So nail vanity is just a waste of time, really. :)
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Date: 2005-03-17 11:16 pm (UTC)Have a splendid weekend. Any plans? :-)