Of glitters & freckles
- DD and rants
- Dec 15, 2016
- 1 min read

Freckles are Angel's kisses- Mom. I have freckles as long as I can remember. My mother has them, my aunts have them, my brother has them. It runs it the family. I did not acknowledge them at first but as I get older, the more prominent and striking they get. I found myself ogling the web for ways to get rid of them, I rub onions, lemon, honey, I apply thicker layer of foundation, ANYTHING YOU NAME IT. I- I despise them. But little do I know that this little imperfections define who I am, they are part of me. Embracing my freckles might take tons of love (unfortunately) since I live in a country that only worship paper-blank skin but I'm getting there yall. At the end of the road, you're stuck being you so hating any part of yourself wont ever favour you anything.
Slow down, you'll be alright.
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