Soft

Normally the winter finds my hands dry and disgusting. They crack and ultimately bleed, and Julie ambushes me with lotion that I only allow on the backs of my hands because it feels icky on my palms. I'm also a nail biter, so much so that you'd look at my fingernails and conclude that I must lead a stressful life, perhaps as an air-traffic controller, a prison guard, or Laura Bush.

But now I find myself obsessing about my hands. I use a moisturizing lotion in the morning and at night. It's horribly gross, and in the morning I put it off until I'm ready to don gloves and leave the house. I've also stopped gnawing my fingernails. It's a terrible habit to break, and I find myself with nail between teeth multiple times per day, though I always stop myself from biting. They don't look spectacular yet, but I've purchased a file.

Hopefully I'll be able to keep it up. If you've touched a baby's skin recently, then perhaps you have also thought about whether your hands are worthy.