Yesterday I was instagramming a picture of my hand and accessories of the day and realized my little flaw on my right hand is something I don’t think much about anymore. With age and having children, I’ve realized I’m a lot more comfortable with my outside and inner flaws than I used to be.
Background on the flaw on my hand. . .
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 Sparkle Collar Boden Stripe Top c/o Asos Skirt (similar, love this rose gold one!) Christian Louboutin Leopard pumps (budget find) Chanel Bag t+j Designs Spike Bracelet | Pearl Baubles Bracelet (on sale) Pave Bubble Ring When I was young, my mom said I was pretty mischievous. I walked early, got into everything and one day while my mom was ironing, I somehow wrangled my way in and wanted to touch the iron. The iron fell on top of my right hand. I was probably two or so, but I’ve had a slight burn wrinkle on top of my hand since than. As a kid, I wanted smooth hands and my right always had wrinkles and looked abnormal. I wasn’t sure if people looked at my hands strangely or just thought it was a birthmark, but it was an imperfection that could’t be changed. At one point I even contemplated getting laser to fix it or something. Today, while taking a direct picture of my hand I realized wow, I don’t even think about it anymore. My kids, husband and I are healthy, my work is busy and growing, I have all that I need, and this little flaw on my hand differentiates me from others, but it is a good thing. It was a sign that I’m headed the right direction. The things I used to focus on have now changed. Don’t get me wrong- I love everything fashion, but what I worry about is different. Looking at my hand yesterday, I had a moment where I smiled and it felt nice to be happy just the way I am.
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