Look at your hands.
Do you like them?
I'm pretty ambivalent towards mine.
It's not that I don't find them useful; typing stuff out each night would be tough if they were not there. (Can you imagine typing with your wrists? Jkkjl dibdsd - that's what it would look like.) It's just that I don't find anything interesting about them.
I was told once I had hands like a girl.
(This by a person who was in the hand-industry, so it's even twice as damning.) I was slightly offended at the time, but now I really don't care. Does that mean I have fine, delicate fingers? (Oh yeah, baby, you should see the things these fingers can do..) I'll try to take it as a compliment. Who wants ugly hands? Or fat hands that can only hold fried chicken?
I'm more impressed with my feet. They are perfectly proportioned, no odd toes or weird angles, and everything lines up like it should. I look great in a pair of socks. I have no interest in other peoples feet, so don't even go there with those type of thoughts.
The thing that I find most fascinating is that they carry my weight. That's good enough for me.
So next time you are washing your hands, or look down in the shower, (Not at that. Lower. On the floor.) take the time to look at your appendages. Inspect them. Scrutinize them. Judge them.
Tell me what you see.