One night a few years ago, after I had lost about a hundred pounds, I was standing naked in front of the mirror. I was doing something and I caught a glimpse of something on my back… I automatically thought it was a fucking wood tick and screamed. I hate fucking ticks.
So, my mom comes in (I’m still naked) and she’s like wtf is wrong?! and I yell “there’s a fucking tick on my back!” So she’s looks at my back…
It was a fucking large freckle.
This was the moment I had lost enough weight to finally see an undiscovered freckle on my back. Now that’s all I can think of when I see it.
You’re welcome for this story. 😉