Dear freckles: I used to hate you. I mean really hate you. Your little specks dot my arms from my shoulders to my fingertips and run along my nose. They're the kind of dark specks that I was once certain everyone and their brother noticed. And in the summer sun? Well, I sort of felt like a misplaced Christmas tree, as if my freckles stuck out like those glowing tree lights.
But then? In the last few years, I've grown more comfortable in my skin (pun intended...) and realized something: Freckles are one of those natural fashion statements. You don't have to spend a fortune to get the look or even take drastic measures. All you have to do is be yourself.
Do you have freckles, friends? Did you ever hate them like I did? Did you ever try to cover them up? How did you become comfortable with them? Let's chat about all things freckles, shall we? xoxo
P.S. What's your favorite imperfect body part?