Ever since the first comment in high school that my fingers looked funny, I have despised them. I would keep my hand curled up so as not to display the "mushroom" or "alien" shape my fingers took on. I think Justin is the first person that I actually would freely show my fingers to (besides my mom and sister).
How ridiculous is this? I was ashamed of something I couldn’t help! I wanted the pretty fingernails that all the other girls had. But God gave me these fingers. The whole finger thing is just one more thing that I had struggled to like about myself. It has been a few years since I have been content with the shape of my fingers.
The other day I was inspecting every inch of my precious little Maisie and came across her fingers. Can you guess what I am going to say? Yep, the same ones. The same little mushroom/alien shape that mine are. And I love them. I LOVE her fingers. I love everything about her. It is weird that now that these fingers are on her, I wouldn’t change mine for anything. It makes me wonder how I could have ever been ashamed of them. Looking at Maisie’s fingers makes me think how my mom probably looked at mine. She loved them. Or maybe she thought they were sort of crazy looking, but I am sure she still loved them, just like I love Maisie’s.
I am really re-evaluating my shallow concern for things that are out of my control. I am happy to be the exact way God made me (at least for now). I don’t need super model legs to be happy with who I am (although I wouldn’t have minded)!
Now, don’t get all crazy when you all see me next and try to peek at my fingers! And don’t you DARE tell Maisie her fingers look weird! I hope she grows up never thinking twice about her fingers or anything else that the world tells her should be different.