I’ve spent my entire life covered in freckles, from head to toe. When I was younger, my round face resembled the top of a celebratory cupcake, covered in flesh-toned sprinkles. However, as I got older I developed the habit of wearing sunscreen on my face everyday- and gradually,the tiny adolescent specks faded away. Unfortunately, this Coppertone themed remedy did not work for the rest of my freckles. Though I would cover myself with Spf 40 at the pool, or wear long sleeve shirts and jeans on sunny 70 degree days, I could not eradicate the population of freckles on my arms and legs. They were like a band of persistent troops, eager to invade any vacant areas of skin. To date, I’ve probably got thousands of freckles on my arms alone. Some of them I hate, and some of them I’ve become quite attached to. One gathering resembles the Little Dipper constellation, while others form geometric shapes that seem to float across my shoulderblades. My favorite though, is a trio of freckles that are strangely symmetrical. One is on the left corner of my right hand, another on the left corner of my left foot. A freckle on the left corner of my right knee marks the midsection of the invisible diagonal line they create. I’ve always been strangely fascinated by this symmetrical duo, probably much in the same way that Shelley is fascinated with her scabs and scars. Like her, I’ve also come to embrace the “curiosity” of my natural flaws- and now my freckles aren’t as much of an annoyance as they are just another piece of me.