Freckles
I have freckles.
A lot of them.
Head to toe.
Along my fingers and my toes.
Seen them on my back.
Assuming on my ass as well.
Melanin at its best.
I love 'em!
Thanks, Mom!
Because of them, I am the epitome of uniqueness and I wouldn't have it any other way. I have always been fully aware of my freckles and can honestly say that they intrigue me. I would have to imagine that without being covered in them that I would appear pale and pasty. I would hate that.
These little, brown spots define my character, I think.
Playful. Bountiful. Surprising. Fascinating. Ever-changing.
I feel that there is always one thing (at least) that a woman would love to change about her body if she possibly could. I would ever trade away my freckles. I don't regret that, for the most part, they are continuous up and down my body, almost as if my skin color as a whole has changed. Hmm...
I think I will keep them. ;) Each and every one.
Count them if you can.
cdl
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