Freckles are imperfections of the skin. Small irregular blemishes that form from a mistake made by the body, that are typpicly even drawn on for their beauty.
They are imperfect yet desired.
Imperfect yet loved and accepted.
So why is one imperfection loved while another is despised?
Why do we people dare think of another person as ugly for their blemishes,
for their imperfection.