Anyway. Yes, I am very Italian. I was blessed with olive skin that tans easily and dark hair. But what most people don’t know is that I’m also very Irish, which has blessed me with green eyes and freckles. Lots and lots of freckles.
But I didn’t always think they were a blessing. I used to hate them so much! Like to the point where I wanted to know what Lindsay Lohan was doing to get rid of hers, which I’m not proud of.
I never really minded them on my arms, legs, back or stomach because they weren’t that concentrated. My face was a different story. Anytime I get even the slightest bit of sun, a million freckles come out of hiding on my face. They made me feel dirty, and apparently I looked that way.
A few years ago after spending a week at the beach, my mom tried to rub some dirt off of my nose. It wasn’t dirt, it was a group of freckles. No one ever made fun of me for having freckles, but I just couldn’t stand having these little dots all over me. I used to wear high coverage foundation just to hide them.
But one summer, I had an epiphany. I had been spending a lot of time outside (with SPF, of course!), and I got all sorts of freckled and speckled. I remember being at the grocery store completely makeup-free and the woman at the register looked at me and said, “You have the cutest freckles!” It was such a simple moment, but I had never really been complimented for my freckles before.
When I got in my car, I took a look in the mirror and thought “I guess they are kind of cute!” I decided to change my attitude about my spotted friends since they weren’t going away. I vowed to spend the rest of the summer without coating my face in foundation, which was such a blessing in the disgusting Southern heat. The more I let my freckles hang out, the more people told me they loved them and the more I loved them.
A lot of my freckles visible year-round, but now I always look forward to summertime when they’re more defined.
Do you have freckles? Do you love them or hate them? Tell us in the comments!