Confessions of a Massage Therapist

Yes, my hands are as big as my head. Thank you for noticing.

Not a bold statement but perhaps a large one: I have Mani Magnus. No, this is not the latest mani/pedi trend nor is it a contagious condition that requires me to wear gloves at all times.

I was not born this way. My developing knowledge of Latin anatomy terms and vigorous use of my hand muscles providing massage therapy have caused the change. I don't miss my regular old hands; I figure Mani Magnus (aka: "big hands") are a career advantage given the profession I am in.

In fact, I'm rather proud of my protruding paws, my pronounced appendages; it took me many hours (3000-plus to be precise) of manual and cerebral labour to get these manis where they are today.

Book an appointment today to experience these Mani Magnus at work for you!
Dana

Meanwhile, beneath the skin...

Nothing broken after a cycling accident
but check out my proportions!

I wonder if Jerry Seinfeld's date ever considered a career in massage therapy?

 "Man hands" do come in handy in the treatment room!