I'm a little late in posting this, whoops! Anyway. I'll start by saying that I am blessed to have the full use of my shoulders, arms and hands; although I am occasionally bothered by RSI in my right shoulder, I can't complain really.
I don't really have any thoughts on my hands or shoulders, they're kind of just 'there'. Indifference I guess is the word I'm looking for. My arms on the other hand, well, two words...bingo wings. Yep, I know a lot of people have them, but I still hate mine. I would much rather my arms were fat and round than saggy; it's that horrible flappy lump of flesh that I can't stand. I have, however, made progress...I am now relatively comfortable with bare arms, most of the time. I don't feel that I need to cover them up or be ashamed of them, at least. So, whilst I certainly don't love my arms and don't think I could even say that I like them, they're...there.
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