When we got this image we immediately thougth, skip this photo, the veins of my hands are popping out. What would the world think about them!
But let me tell you this. After years of climbing, canicrossing, boxing, facing anxiety attacks, holding tight, letting go, playing music, painting, and writing stories. These are strong woman, dreamer warrior hands. They share much more lessons in those veins, than the letters of the book they are carrying.
They are real, and they are mine. They are part of my temple and I live this life through him.
Get rid of this self-sabotage, break the generic plastic perfect mold, break the bias in yourself, and lead the way to others.