How I Learned To Love My Middle-Aged Hands
Category: FIFTY
My veins wander and traverse each other, like a road map beneath my skin. They've always been that way, to an extent. Phlebotomists love me. But as I've grown older, and my skin has thinned, the veins have gotten more prominent. My kids tell me my hands weird them out. And sometimes I look at them and they weird me out. Mostly, they remind me that I'm aging.
By Erica Jagger, ContributorBlogger, A Sexy Woman of A Certain Age, 2014-11-24