Today’s prompt for Just Jot it January is “freckled.” Thanks, Maggie! And thanks to Linda Hill, our #JusJoJan host. For more information, please visit Linda’s post here.
Only 4 to 5 percent of the global population of humans is freckled. That makes me a minority, though as a European American, I’m still wrongfully privileged. I didn’t say “white,” because even though my skin (the part without the freckles) is pretty light, it’s still not white. For me, white does not feel accurate. White tends to set up the dichotomy of black / white, something that I believe increases discord. I like it when I read or hear, “black and brown people.” I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again, there are a lot of colors between black and white. Still, people have the right to call themselves, and be called, whatever they want when it comes to heritage, nationality, race, etc.
When I was a child, I didn’t like my freckles at all because they were different. Growning up, I never saw people on TV or in magazines who had freckles unless they were goofy or mean. (Okay, there was Opie Taylor who later became Richie Cunningham on Happy Days.) Now, we do see more actors and models who let their freckles show.
Aging gracefully helps us accept who we are, how we are designed. Maybe we can even learn to embrace our so called, “imperfections” which may not be imperfections at all. If freckles are angel kisses, which I’ve heard, then what are lipomas? My dad passed on his lipomatosis to me. I have at least 30 lumps. Is this gross or just a thing where my body happens to clump fat together in benign lumps? Maybe there’s a good reason I don’t know about. If you haven’t figured out by now, I’m writing Stream of Consciousness style. But where to go with this?
In the natural world, we generally don’t think of differences as imperfections. Think of speckled trout, or spotted leopards. Trees come in all shapes and sizes. A sycamore’s bark is mottled after it sheds, and its leaves get age spots. Many differences are by design and make life interesting.
Be sure to visit Linda’s prompt post for more freckled jots!
January 14, 2022 at 2:32 pm
Finally, freckles are in 😊
January 14, 2022 at 9:59 pm
Yes! More than ever before! 🙂
January 15, 2022 at 6:12 am
I got teased about my red hair And freckles in school. I once tried oatmeal mixed with lemon to fade them but no luck. Lolol!
January 15, 2022 at 3:47 pm
Me, too. I’m sure I tried the lemon on my face and hair, too. We were meant to stand out a little.
January 15, 2022 at 4:09 pm
Absolutely! I love red hair and freckles now, wouldn’t change it.
January 14, 2022 at 4:37 pm
I LOVE the crayon graphic! Yes! And I have always admired freckles, even my own few in past summers.
January 14, 2022 at 10:59 pm
After all these years, maybe I’ll start to admire mine. The crayon graphic says a lot, doesn’t it!
January 14, 2022 at 11:22 pm
Freckles are endearing. As for the graphic, it is such truth, it should be on a wall in every school classroom –at the very least.
January 14, 2022 at 11:42 pm
January 15, 2022 at 9:12 am
Pleasant musings on skin colour
January 15, 2022 at 8:12 pm
Thank you, Derrick. Pleasant is good! 🙂
January 16, 2022 at 3:27 am
I know you have already commented on this post, JoAnna, but I want now to point out my eldest son’s freckles in “And Michael did, too”. Also, I saw the dappled tree trunk when looking out of a window in a children’s home: https://derrickjknight.com/2021/12/08/a-knights-tale-76-issues-of-loss-change-and-resilience/
January 16, 2022 at 5:55 pm
Thank you for taking me back to your wonderful book and pictures, so I could look in Michael’s beautiful eyes and see his delightful freckles. 🙂
January 17, 2022 at 3:15 am