the other day as i was staring helplessly at the immensely long soup aisle, a woman approached me. she complimented me on my freckles in which i couldn’t help but respond with “i got it from my momma“. she politely laughed, and began to tell me how truly beautiful she thought freckles were, or as she called them “angel kisses”. after a lot of blushing on my behalf, we parted ways and i couldn’t help but feel great about my freckles. not that i was ever self conscious about them before but i felt like running out of the grocery store and yelling “I HAVE FRECKLES AND I”M PROUD!” i love my angel kisses and i think they are beautiful at any age.
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