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-Love EVERY Body – 3er mes-


¡Buenas buenas! Anduve desaparecida en enero pero hoy tenemos la tercera asignación del taller Love EVERY Body y no podía dejar de estar. Esta vez nos toca hablar de nuestros hombros, brazos y manos.

Si algo puedo decir de mis hombros y brazos es que siempre me gustaron. Incluso me gusta la cicatriz que tengo en el brazo izquierdo, recuerdo de una reacción alérgica a una vacuna cuando era chica. Son brazos fuertes, que pueden cargar cosas y hacer fuerza sin tener que sentarme como una damisela en apuros y esperar que un hombre me ayude. (Acaración: no pienso que todas las mujeres que necesitan ayuda estén jugando esa carta, pero me molestan las que parecen tener miedo de levantar un lápiz por si se rompen una uña).

Mis manos son otra historia: tengo una relación de amor-odio con ellas. Las amo porque me recuerdan a mi abuela. Ella tenía las mismas manos con dedos largos y uñas grandes, y solíamos juntar las palmas y compararlas, viendo mi mano crecer hasta alcanzar el tamaño de la suya. Recuerdo que me decía que tenía manos de pianista. Mi abuela y yo tuvimos una relación muy estrecha desde que yo nací, y aunque hace ya algunos años que falleció, cuando veo mis manos puedo ver las de ella y sentirla todavía conmigo.

La parte del odio en esta relación llegó más tarde, cuando empecé a ver mis dedos no como largos dedos de pianista sino como extremidades rechonchas y sin gracia. En algún momento y sin razón aparente, mi mente decidió que si mis manos no tenían la elegancia de movimientos de las de una bailarina, no eran dignas de atención. Conscientemente puedo entender que esa idea es ridícula y sin sentido, pero por alguna razón es lo primero que se me viene a la mente cuando veo alguna fotografía de mis manos. Esa es la razón de las fotos que acompañan este artículo: decidí probarme a mí misma que mis brazos y manos también pueden ser lindos y gráciles. Y por más que pueda sonar presuntuoso, creo que, aunque sea por esta vez, lo logré.   

Cuéntenme, ¿qué es lo que más les gusta de sus propios brazos y manos?

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Hello hello! I´ve been missing during January but today the third assignment of the Love EVERY Body workshop is due and I couldn´t miss it. This time we´re gonna talk about our shoulders, arms and hands.

If there´s something I can say about my shoulders and arms is that I always liked them. I even like the scar on my left arm, souvenir of an allergic reaction to a shot they gave me when I was little. They´re strong arms, capable of carrying things and straining without me having to sit around like a damsel in distress waiting for a man to come and help me. (Disclaimer: I don´t believe that every woman who needs help is playing this card, but I get really annoyed with the ones who seem afraid of picking up a pencil in case they break a nail).

My hands are another story: I´ve got a love-hate relationship with them. I love them because they remind me of my grandma. She had the same hands, with long fingers and big nails, and we used to join palms together and compare them, watching my hand grow until it reached the size of hers. I remember her telling me I had the hands of a piano player. My grandma and I had a very close relationship since I was born, and although it´s been a few years since she passed away already, when I look at my hands I can see hers and still feel her with me.

The hate part in this relationship came later, when I started seeing my fingers not like long pianist fingers but as fat and graceless extremities. At some point and without any apparent reason, my mind decided that if my hands didn´t have the elegance of movement of a ballerina´s, they weren´t worthy of attention. Consciously I can understand that this idea is ridiculous and meaningless, but for some reason it´s the first thing that comes to mind when I see any picture of my hands. That´s the reason of the photos that come with this post –I decided to prove myself that my arms and hands could also be nice and graceful. And even if it sounds presumptuous, I believe that, at least this time, I did it.  

Tell me, what´s the thing that you like the most about your own arms and hands?


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Besos,

-Gi-

19 comentarios:

  1. Your shoulders, arms and hands ARE graceful and lovely. It comes across through your pose in your photos, especially the last one, where you definitely have the expressive arms of a dancer. Your grandma was right! I'm glad when you look at your hands you think of your gran - what a lovely reminder. :)

    I know what you mean about 'damsels', I think sometimes playing too much of the 'hopeless woman' act doesn't do a lot for the rest of us women. I prefer to be strong, raaaaah! But men need to be needed, so what to do?! A happy medium, I think. :D x x

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    1. Thank you Leah!

      I used to work filing papers and carry boxes from the office to the storage room all the time, while my lady co-workers always waited until one of the guys was around to ask them to do it. It used to drive me crazy and I think I´m still a little scorched! Hahaha

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  2. I still think they're very graceful, mine are long and thin and definitely not graceful!

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  3. You are definitely graceful, and your hands and arms look extremely graceful in those photos! xx

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  4. Fabulous job Gi!! Your arms and hands are graceful! Your pictures remind me of a ballerina or dancer, just lovely!!!
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  5. Lovely blog! I think it's fantastic that your hands remind you of your grandma that you loved very much. In my blog I talked about a very similar thing, in that my arms are freckled and have small moles just like my great aunts. :)

    Your photos are beautiful and very graceful. You've done a great job with this months challenge. x

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    1. Thank you Lisa! Yes, I remember that you mentioned it. So nice when we can see people we love in ourselves, isn´t it?

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  6. Lovely that your hands remind you of your grandmother, it seems a lot of us seemed to dislike our hands at some stage, love the photos :)

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  7. I adore those photos! So creative and elegant. Its lovely that your hands remind you of your grandmas, such a beautiful memory and trust me your hands are just as beautiful as the memory. Emma xx

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    1. Thank you Emma! When I paint my nails red are just like hers, but she used to keep them really neat, and me... not so much, ha.

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  8. Esas fotos son maravillosas! I love how your personality always shines through your photos. :) Your hands are a wonderful reminder of your grandma. And look very graceful in your photos.

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    1. Gracias!! I love having something in me that reminds me of her every day.

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  9. Beautiful post! The pictures are amazing. I hope you can think of the good memories when you think of your grandma! :)

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    1. Thank you! Yes, I always remember the good times we had together and it makes me feel like she´s still around.

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  10. What gorgeous pictures! It's lovely that you compare yourself to your Grandma. x

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