I have a problem with the popular concept of what is beautiful.
If our looks don’t quite conform to what the media
proclaims is beautiful then are we ugly?
Three hands, three generations, three places in life.
A babies hand.
Dimples, smooth, no lines, scars, wrinkles or knots.
Just beginning with a little history, a little story.
A mother’s hand.
Strong, some lines, wrinkles, rough, no dimples.
In the middle with some history, some stories.
A grandmother’s hand.
Soft, knots, bulging veins, wrinkles, and darkened skin.
Near the end with lots of history and stories.
Which hand is beautiful?
Look beyond what your eyes see and look with your heart.
Are they not all beautiful?
I am linking to Two Shoes Tuesday. This weeks prompt is
I am also linking to Senior Adventures
Wednesday Wit and Wisdom