There’s a quote I once read that describes a face without freckles being like a sky without stars. My mother used to tell me they were kisses from the sun. My freckles are a part of me, as much as my fiery hair and hazel eyes, sprinkled over the bridge of my nose and apples of my cheeks. Every morning I use makeup to cover-up my blemishes and imperfections, and though I never intended to hide my freckles, as a result of the layers of makeup, their distinct presence on my face has been diminished. I guess that’s the cost of wearing a mask of any sort--you may end up disguising more than you wish.