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| Awk Hands Exhibit 1 |
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| Awk Hands Exhibit 2 |
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| Awk Hands Exhibit 3 |
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| Awk Hands Exhibit 4 |
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| Awk Hands Exhibit 5 |
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| When beets attack |
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| Blood, sweat and a buttload of patience went into making this |
Throughout high school, I was mocked for always talking with my hands (see Exhibit 3 above). I hated it. Now, I still talk with my hands and use them to express myself but my outlook has changed. I started to list all the little things that my awkward (and unforgettable!) hands have allowed me to do, things I typically take for granted. Somehow I ended up writing a poem....? So here's my attempt at being poetic:
A Note To My Hands
These hands
that let me type these words
key by key by key by--
that held on to my mama when I was in the doctor's office, terrified of getting a shot
that allow me to lose all the thumb wrestling wars
that someday will have a ring around it that perfectly fits
that let me scratch my back just now
that turned pages upon pages
that knead and need
without you I wouldn't have been able to reach a key over an octave on the piano
I wouldn't have these totally paintable fingernails
I wouldn't have crocheted scarves or planted potatoes or built sandcastles
I wouldn't have touched my toes in yoga
I wouldn't have crossed my fingers wishing wanting waiting...
that let me be
without you I wouldn't be me
Questions:
What body part do you dislike and why are you thankful for it?
Name your favorite polish color!!
Which Oscar nominated movies have you seen/are rooting for? (Completely unrelated buuuut I'm watching the Academy Awards right now sooo)
