I have freckles on my nose.
I don't remember how I got them or if I have always had them, but they are there: not very many, but enough to require attention.
My freckles and I have a love/hate relationship.
Sometime I love them and I look for them to remind me of how I have always been.
Sometimes I hate them and want to rip each one off of my face.
But no matter what, they are there. They are comforting.
I work so hard to cover them up but they are not something I would ever want to completely erase.