Freckles

I have about a million freckles and I'm not even exaggerating. Over the years they have continued to just multiply and have become unstoppable. I would say I have a love-hate relationship with my freckles. Back when I was little, I hated my freckles. Kids would call me freckle face, which if you think about it, is not too bad, but it really bothered me. I would turn red in the face, which of course illuminated them even more. It seemed to me that the only thing I was, when people looked at me, was one big explosion of freckles. My mother would try and help me out, by saying they were angel kisses, but it didn't always make me feel better. As I became older though, I really started to enjoy them. They set me apart from a lot people, because not many have an exceeding amount of freckles, like me. I felt unique and proud to have them. Everyone else seemed to lose their freckles over the years, but mine stayed strong. Some people even started to compliment them. I found positive things about them too, such as they made my face a little more tan, and if I ever had a pimple, it's hard to notice since I have so many.

These days, I'm still loving them. I have gotten use to them, which has helped me accept who I am and be proud of it.