Also, I think hand model is out of the question for potential careers.
Oh, well. I like my hands. They're my mother's hands, whose are her mother's. I realized this one day when the three of us were in close vicinity, probably sitting together and talking. Probably holding and touching hands. I noticed how similar they all were: the lined joints, graceful fingers, and round nail beds. My grandmother's and mother's are virtually identical; when I hold my grandmother's hand it's like looking at the hand of my mother in twenty years.
Mine are smaller than theirs, but they're the same hands.