The Freckle
I have a lot of freckles. Not tons, but enough that I could play connect the dots on my body and make some weird drawings. But today, I want to tell you about one freckle specifically. I hate The Freckle. I hate The Freckle because of where it is. I hate The Freckle because of what it means. 
The Freckle is under my chin, about halfway between the tip of my chin and the top of my throat. You shouldn’t be able to see The Freckle. You know the only time you can see The Freckle? That’s right. When I have a double chin. That’s the only time The Freckle shows its ugly face. The only time The Freckle dares to show up is when it’s cushioned by layers of fluff. If you see The Freckle, that means my face has gotten fat.
My face is the last place on my body that shows weight gain. I know I’ve reached a bad place when my face starts gaining. And I know I’m at that place when The Freckle appears. I didn’t even know I had The Freckle until a couple of years ago. I was surprised to see The Freckle. I mean, how do you know something is on your body if you’ve never seen it in the mirror?
The Freckle is no longer tucked up safely under my chin. Where it belongs. The Freckle thinks it’s too good for its home. The Freckle needs to back up slowly until there is nothing more to see.
Perhaps I give The Freckle too much power? Or perhaps The Freckle needs to go back to where it belongs! Stupid The Freckle.
So, do you have something about yourself that is your maker for change? Something that, when it appears (or disappears), tells you it’s time to get moving?
Dear Daughter. Please don’t worry about “that” freckle. Feel blessed that you only have a few. You have the “freckle” gene from both sides of your family! Your Grandfather was a redhead and had zillions of freckles. As you know I don’t have alot. At this age I can call them “age spots”. Now thats much worse than the dreaded “freckle”.Don’t walk around with your head back in the air. It won’t be near as noticable…lol. I can hide mine in my waddle. I keep my batwing arms because Nicholas like my mushy arms. Now don’t laugh, its not nice! Use a little makeup and no one will see it. It will receed in time. Then you can look back and laugh at the “freckle”. Love you. Hope I made you laugh at something.
While I am perfectly happy with my freckles, this one needs to go back where it belongs!
Grrr! I posted earlier from my phone but i guess it didn’t post. For me – what got me moving was hitting that certain number on the scale. I was 2lbs over my heaviest. I am a work in progress 🙂
Love it! We are definitely works in progress!
First, let me say that my freckles are so bad (especially in the summer) that I look like I have a tan!!!
Like Sunshine, it was the number on the scale that did it for me. I’m a work in progress right now. But at least I’m progressing. 🙂
I love your freckles!
I am down 22lbs since x-mas! Woot!
Sunshine! I am so proud of you! You are inspiring me!