“I cling to my imperfection, as the very essence of my being.”
Anatole France (Jacques Anatole François Thibault, French poet, journalist, and novelist, 1844-1924), The Garden of Epicurus, 1894
TIME: 2:50 PM
PLACE: The study
SUBJECT: My thumbs
Today you get to see one of my flaws, my thumbs. HandsomeHusband took this photo for me. As you can see, my left thumb is not as long and has a visibly shorter nail bed than my right thumb. It was first pointed out to me during grade school. My class was working on a project that involved tracing our hands when a classmate pointed out to me that my thumbs were different. I still remember the hot feeling of embarrassment over my flaw. Even now, when I get manicures, I always apologize for the shape of my thumb and I still have the habit of hiding it, tucking my thumb under my palm so that no one sees it.
