Even though it is not technically February yet, this photo is a bit of my personal history and a bit of showing off my non-perfect parts. A post with feet in both categories if you will. So, here is one of my hidden parts, and a deep part of my personal history...FRECKLES.
As a child I had lots of freckles on my face, on my arms, on my back. I waffled between being resigned to them, and full out loathing them. Before cynicism and peer pressure kicked in, I was only marginally aware of them. During the popularity of the "Annie" movie, many comparisions were made between my red hair and freckles, at first I was flattered, but like any obvious physical feature you start to get tired of people pointing them out. Yes, I am aware of the spots all over my face. In the teenage years, I hated them because they made me look younger, but they were already beginning to fade even then. After moving to two states with much less sunshine in the last 10+ years, the freckles on my face have almost entirely faded, a few reappear in the summertime on my nose. Now all that remains are these freckles on my shoulders, and my strawberry shaped birth mark at the base of my skull. In this cold climate they are covered most of the time, but I am aware of their presence. I have made peace with my freckles. After all, they are part of what makes me unique as a person.