One thing that I have decided to do quite recently in life is to either learn to love my flaws or to change them in order to better myself. I'm dedicating today to a feature of mine that I have loathed since the dawn of my birth, FRECKLES. If anyone has known me for a decent length of time or has seen me without makeup on, they would know I have freckles. I have the freckles of a stereotypical child; they are primarily speckled about the tops of my cheeks and nose. Think Chucky Finster but a little bit more. They have always bothered me because by definition they are an imperfection. little speckles of discoloration courtesy of the sun, genetics, or a lovely cocktail of the two. Mine come from both. Genetically I have freckles yet, in the summer not only to they multiply but they also get darker. Imagine my pasty self white as a china doll with dark chocolate brown speckles smacked all across my face; it looks ridiculous. Fortunately for myself this is rarely an issue seeing as I am a hermit who prefers to stay out of the sun as much as possible.
