That Time I Discovered I Have Freckles
You’ve seen photos of me, right? My entire face and arms are completed covered in freckles. If the rest of my body saw much sun, it probably would be as well. (instead, my stomach glows in the dark)
I mean, I knew I had freckles, I wasn’t an idiot, but I just thought I had a light smattering across my nose, like Pippi Longstocking (minus the orange pigtails and the monkey).
When I was at university, I got a new boyfriend. He turned out to be a bit of a dickhead, but that’s another story. I wanted to introduce him to my best friend. She has a LOT of freckles. Strawberry hair, fair skin, plenty of freckles.
So when he asked me what she was like I said friggin hilarious! And really freckly.
He paused. Looked at me. And asked, ‘more than you?’
I said ‘yes of course!’
So we all met up and hung out and laughed for a while. This was when he was still on his best behaviour so neither of us realised he was a dickhead yet. (Later, she figured it out before me as is often the case with blind young romance. Thankfully I did work it out and nabbed myself a totally radical husbandito!)
After we were all laughed out and she went home, I asked him what he thought. He said some nice things about her, then casually mentioned that I have as many freckles as she does. I was astounded! Really?!! I have THAT many freckles??
Here’s a picture of me that shows of my freckly face pretty well!
So age 21, I discovered I had a faceful of freckles (and an armful, and a leg ful…), not just a few cute ones on my nose.
Seems like a weird thing to learn at such a late age, and it makes me wonder what other lessons about myself are still on their way!
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