‘Cause a face without freckles is like a sky without the stars…
Last night I was listening to this song by Natasha Bedingfield called Freckles, and it got me thinking about all of the little imperfections that make each of us unique.
Some of mine actually bothered me growing up, but I’ve grown to love them now, like the little dent in the middle of my forehead (a chickenpox scar), and how my left leg is about half an inch shorter than my right.
Hey, don’t laugh! It’s a great conversation starter.
What are your favorite imperfections?
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,