They are my mom’s hands. I see her mannerisms when I talk with them or go through the motions of my day.
I was a nail-biter for so many years that I hid my hands as much as possible. I knew they were ugly.
I kicked that habit a very long time ago, but my hands are still fat (large-boned) with short, stubby fingers and I would say they’re incredibly average.
And that just may explain why I don’t get complimented about them.