These hands have planted seeds. These hands have harvested wheat. These hands have fed people. 💪 These hands know how to do things that matter. And I don't want them to be soft.

I realized that I was ashamed of my work, and that's something deeper. It's about not valuing what I do because society tells me it's not valuable. But everything I do—every meal I cook, every garden I tend, every task I complete—it all matters. It all has worth.

My grandmother's hands look like mine. Strong, weathered, capable. And when she holds my hand, I feel connected to generations of women who did real work, who built real things. 🌾

Anna 💛