As a woman of color born from parents who immigrated to the United States from South Korea, I cannot say that I relate very much to Donald Trump. On most issues, we are practically polar opposites. However, there is one thing that I do share in common with this loud-mouthed orange monster. We both have small hands.
I am ashamed to admit that I share something in common with this poor excuse of a human being. Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do about my small hand size. I was not blessed enough to win the genetic lottery in this aspect (thanks parents). Even though I despise everything that Donald Trump represents, the mainstream coverage of his tiny hands during this election season has given spotlight to a neglected topic that desperately needs coverage. The plight of those with small hands.
Instead of being a beacon of racism, sexism, xenophobia, and so much more, Donald Trump should spend more time and energy on admitting his struggles as an individual with small hands. Why be President of the United States when you can be a beacon of hope for all those who have tiny hands?
Perhaps the reason why Donald Trump refuses to acknowledge his hand size is due to the fact he is embarrassed. Small hands come with a big price. As someone who has the same sized hands as those of a 6-year-old, I get it. Announcing to the world that you have small hands means you’re also telling everyone that you have to buy children’s gloves because regular adult gloves won’t fit. Or that you had to quit piano because you couldn’t reach the keys. Or that most utensils are too big and heavy for your hands so you have to use smaller forks and spoons. Maybe Donald Trump is super sensitive about this subject, because he doesn’t want anyone knowing that the holes in a bowling ball are too far apart for his fingers. No one wants their bowling skills to be underestimated. Doesn’t set a good tone for the presidential election.
Donald Trump needs to embrace his hand size, hands down (pun intended). Those of us with tiny hands should not be afraid to show the world just how tiny our fingers are. Sure, we may look less threatening flipping people off and our tiny fists of fury may not intimidate anyone, but it doesn’t mean we should be ashamed of our size. I have tiny hands and I’m proud! Donald Trump and I may be unable to properly grip a regular-sized basketball, but at least we can stick our hands down to the bottom of the Pringles can. So who’s the real loser now?
Image via.
