"Four things I would have been the better without: love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt." ~Dorothy Parker
I don't tan.
As much as I would love to sport beautiful skin like that of my peers, I simply do not possess the talent.
The closest I have ever been to "tanned" was the summer that I was eighteen...and only after spending hours in a tanning bed to lightly change my skin tone for my aunt's wedding.
I simply do not tan.
I burn. And I freckle.
The freckles have been my "gift" since I was very little. A light smattering of these tiny brown spots have covered my body from nose-tip to toes ever since I was old enough to gaze at my own pale arms in wonder at the marks I beheld.
And now, today, after spending a day in the gaze of the sun, my nose and cheeks are the faintest hint of red, and my face and arms now sport even more of these all-too familiar "beauty marks."
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| Freckle-faced dreamer Photo by: DramaticElegance |
Or maybe I'm just over-analyzing the natural pigmentation of my own skin.
Either way, freckles are my own summertime souvenirs.
They are graffiti that I wear...summer was here.
They are my sunkisses....pastel skin and watercolour beauty marks.
And honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson










