myhand

   Five-pointed like a star, my hand is a vital factor of my being, yet it is merely taken for granted. I don�t wake up in the morning, and wonder what it�d be like to not have it, rather I wake up and go on with my everyday activities expecting it to function as usual. My long, slender hands are the recipients of a great deal of praise and attention. I�ve been told many times that I should be a hand model, although I incline to disagree. My family, especially my Grandmother, tells me that I�d be a great piano player, as I have �piano fingers�. I wish I knew how to play the piano; I�d be perfect for the role.
    The back of my hand is pretty normal, except for a few things. As I sit here, staring at my hand, I can count nine freckles, including one between my ring and middle fingers. Also on my skin, I have little red dots, I�m not quite sure what they are, but they�ve been there for as long as I can remember. I wouldn�t say that I have long fingernails, but then again, I wouldn�t say that they are short. They�re in that awkward middle-stage, like a teenager�s transition from childhood to adulthood. My fingernails are rounded, and beneath my fingernails are clean. I detest it when there is anything underneath them - you would say it�s one of my pet peeves. My fingernails themselves are clean, there are no traces of nail polish on them. I was considering painting them for the first day of school, but I never bothered to do so. The last thing that is �unique� about the back of my left hand, is the fact that when I get nervous or cold, my skin looks like it�s scaley. When this occurs, my hand goes very white, and little purple and blue hexagonal-looking shapes mask the back of my hand. On rare occasions, orange and red dots appear on my skin as well as the blue and purple shapes.
    The palm of my hand is, again, pretty normal. The deep grooves in my flesh appear to make a large �M� shape, although many other lines cross its path. My palm is a labyrinth of creases, both separating and uniting at millions of points along its surface. This looks to me like a natural pattern, a phenomenon that was created at birth, still, it�s not really a pattern at all. When I move my fingers, deep valleys of wrinkles are formed, and, like some sort of divine miracle, disappear the second I return my fingers to their original positions. The swirls on my fingertips are unique, I guess. I mean, everyone�s finger prints are different, aren�t they? In the center of my fingertip, there seems to be a little triangular pattern, which is then surrounded by a wave of other little lines. Right above my first knuckle, I have another little triangle, pointing up towards the first one. The bottom triangle is the width of my finger, and about half as high. The ripples that the first triangle created, completely encompass the second (lower) triangle, which I think is really neat.   The lines between my other knuckles are slanted like / but not on that deep of an incline. I can see a blue vein in each of my fingers, running from the base to the fingertips, and breaking off into several other smaller veins.

    I�m positive that if I hadn�t have done this assignment, I would have never looked closely at my hands. I can�t recall any time in my life where I sat and stared at my hands for a long period of time. I�m certain that if I hadn�t have taken this time to study my hands, I would have never noticed the triangles and patterns on my fingertips. So all in all, I�m glad that I did this descriptive assignment, as I discovered a little more about myself today, and noticed that I am, even down to the smallest detail like my fingertips, unique.

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