So, the other day Kristin and I were somewhere that I should have been paying attention, and all of my focus was being directed to my cross-gender hands.  Here’s the problem.  It’s not like I have small hands in a cool musician superhero type of way.  I just have completely disproportionate hands.  Like part man hand, part woman hand.  All creepy weird hand.  

It was bugging me the whole night and later that evening Kristin and I were talking about it.  I needed to get to the bottom of why my hands were so weird.  Here’s what we came up with.  My palms are the exact same size as my fingers.  Here’s the problem with that.  My fingers are the same size as Kristin’s!  My five-foot three – hundred and ten pound – tiny person wife!  Yeah, my fingers are the same size.  But here’s the kicker.  My palms?  They are twice the size of hers.  It doesn’t make any sense to me.  I do not have the hands of a twenty nine year old man.  An eleven year old?  Maybe that’s more like it.

Now there are plenty of things that I would change about my appearance if I have the ability, but my cross-gender hands would be near the top of that list.  What’s on your list?

My Cross Gender Hands is a post from: Brody Harper