I once hated my freckles. I would have tried anything to get rid of them. My face was covered with them, and they became more prominent in the summer months. Over the years, they have faded, as has my hatred for them. Once, an elderly woman who lived across the street from us–her name was June May–invited us over. (We were always warned that she was a “mean, old woman,” but she was nothing but kind to us. She even asked us to call her “Grandma June.”) She told me that freckles were hundreds of beauty marks. Up until that point, I covered my face with makeup to hide my freckles. After the moment, I stopped wearing makeup, and I have embraced my freckles. (To this day, I don’t wear makeup. I think of my freckles as my “makeup.”) Once, they were constantly on my mind because I felt as if they weren’t me. Now, they are a part of me.
Is there a part of yourself that you have learned to embrace over the years? Is there a part that you wish you could embrace?
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