This is just some parts I took out of an extremely long telling about part of my day. I'm lazy to type the whole thing, and this one is more personal.

Staring at myself in the large mirrors of their upstairs bathroom after I'd peeled the black and almost skimpy second-skin of a two piece off, it was like seeing someone else.

An explosion of freckles, framing my my features like a specially designed tattoo. Even the edges of my lips and the occasional base of my eyebrow hairs were decorated with the natural polka dots. I like it. Kisses from the sun, making me prettier and showing off how much the warm weather loves me.

When I was younger, I remember thinking of freckles like little tokens from angels...