Hey...me too!I can't cast a vote here. What about, "meh, they're ok"![]()
ETA: I voted but really my top choice was not there which would have been I sometimes hate them and sometimes don't lol.
I can't cast a vote here. What about, "meh, they're ok"![]()
Hey...me too!![]()
I don't love my (man) hands because they often hurt and swell. I have Raynauds and it is not a mild case and my fingers have a mind of their own. They fluctuate greatly from one hour to the next and change colors too. Not pretty and not pleasant.
My motto when they are hurting or looking swollen and red is wait a minute and they will change so not all bad. Plus they do display my beautiful rings so cannot complain there.
Making lemonade out of lemons. It's what I try to do.
ETA: I voted but really my top choice was not there which would have been I sometimes hate them and sometimes don't lol.
I think for me its neither. It's not that I like my hands at all. It's just that I am working on not insulting myself anymore, even over text. So neither choice works for me. I will always be the first to admit I have an eating disorder and major issues with my body. I will always have problems.
But once I had my daughter I realised if I kept calling myself and my body parts including hands fat and ugly and huge and all manner of awful even though my ring size (6.5 to 7 depending on stacking) is completely average. She is probably going to see it, hear it, and learn it. Obviously I don't want her to develop the same bad relationship with food that I have. So I just quit saying things like that about myself, even over the internet because at the rate my kid is going she's going to be following along with me here at PS someday lmao. Maybe even have her own account someday if we are still around and thus reading what I say.
But yeah. As far as aging? Yup gunna happen. I really only tend to apologise for my chapped hands because it seems like if I don't live in Florida its a permanent problem and can look rather gross since for me it means cuts on my skin every single night even with heavy moisturiser. Which is not the same as looking at a hand that belongs to a lady who has "wrinkly" hands. I almost never even pay attention to peoples hands. Neither here nor any other jewellery section. I am more interested in the shineys! The hand is just the resting place for me![]()
Ugly hands with premature wrinkling are a work related phenomena for me. We nurses wash our hands and use alcohol based sanitizer upteen times a day.
But as someone else mentioned, these hands are my history . They have wiped tears, cleaned wounds, held strangers hands.
So though I wish they were smooth and plump, without dryness, thick knuckles and swelling.... I have to remind myself that these are the hands of someone with history.
(And rings make them look better, imo !)
That is so lovely - we must appreciate our grandparents while they are still aroundWhen I first joined Pricescope, I was so surprised at all the disparaging remarks about posters own hands. I don’t think I’d ever thought about whether hands were pretty or not. Although, I do remember an old boyfriend’s sister telling me I have carrot fingers :roll
I’ve always loved my grandma’s hands and they would not qualify as “pretty” for sure. Even now, sitting with her holding hands is one of my favorite things. I hope my hands age just like hers.
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That is so lovely - we must appreciate our grandparents while they are still around![]()
I have Raynauds and it is not a mild case and my fingers have a mind of their own. They fluctuate greatly from one hour to the next and change colors too. Not pretty and not pleasant.
But yeah. As far as aging? Yup gunna happen. I really only tend to apologise for my chapped hands because it seems like if I don't live in Florida its a permanent problem and can look rather gross since for me it means cuts on my skin every single night even with heavy moisturiser.
We just celebrated her 96th birthday in February. I live a few hours away from her, so I treasure every visit we get.
I’m sorry to hear about this, Missy. I can commiserate. I have Raynauds too, although mine presents more severely in my toes. It can be so painful and frustrating.
Awww I’m sorry you’re dealing with this too. I’m ok and in the grand scheme of things it does not affect my life in any substantial way. Just an annoyance most of the time. When it ulcerates I deal with it. And I know there are many worse things so I put it in perspective. I am very sorry it’s in your toes. Painful yes. Sending you warm and healing vibes.
I love what you wrote about your grandma. I feel the same. Big hugs to you and your dear grandma.
Thank you. Mine developed fairly early, I was in middle school when I first had symptoms. So sometimes I’m not sure whether it’s getting better or if I’m just better at the prevention side of things. I’m just thankful either way.
My grandma has always been a safe harbor for me. Love her so much![]()
Me too. I used to ice skate and figure skate multiple times a week and my hands were a terror. Eventually I had to quit my ice skating dreams because of my Raynauds and chilblains but I was quite good. I was under twelve when the symptoms started.
And that’s how grandmas should be, I miss mine. So glad you have your grandma with you. That is a true blessing.![]()
Completely ignore this if your eating disorder history means you don’t want to consciously manage your diet now, but have you tried upping your intake of foods with good fats? This winter, I’ve been trying to eat a much larger range of fruits and veg and to reduce my meat consumption. As a result I’ve eaten lots more avocado, nuts, oils, etc. It may be completely unrelated but it’s the first winter in probably 15 years when my hands haven’t been cracked and bleeding. I’m assuming the ‘good’ oils are effectively acting like internal moisturisers for my skin, but may be totally wrong!
Hi Missy, I tried when the edit option was still open and could not see how to do it : (I think you can change the poll choices still if you want to as you are still within the time frame to edit I believe...