kinda not hating on my freckles these days….

when i was young and not so fancy on my freckly face; my aunt charla told me my spots were merely kisses from the angels above. i had a smattering of specks so this narrative helped me out of some angst- ridden, adolescent hiding.

this is also the aunt who told me thunder and lightning is the sound of dead nuns and priests bowling strikes in heaven.