I love your hands.
Every Thursday I went for a walk with one of my best friends.
One day I commented on how I disliked my hands. I thought my finger were pudgy and my nails squatty.
My friend quickly responded, “No, I love your hands. They’re strong, but lovely, and so good at so many things.”
With those words she taught me to not only love my hands but my life not for what meets the eye but for what gives meaning to life.