Wait a minute, I have moles?

Once a year, I suddenly have this realization about myself that I usually forget the 364 days of the year.

I have moles in two prominent places!!!!

One on my lip and the other on near my left eye.

In high school, moles were the symbols of why I didn’t fit in. In early high school, I suggested to a doctor that the mole under my chin potentially could be cancerous. It was promptly biopsied and as a result, removed. Benign was the result. But my self-consciousness was overwhelming and I always felt that they made me different. Perhaps I believed that people didn’t refer me as the girl sitting near the fountain, but rather as the girl with the moles sitting near the fountain. Although I had a sense of humor about it, noting that I could never be FBI Most Wanted…it was just reflecting the fact that I could not blend in.

There was a photo I saw today of myself. What was…that! I thought to myself as I studied my face. And I would sigh in realization, It is my mole…

Tomorrow, I’ll wake up and it’ll be the rest of the 364 days of the year. Where I don’t see the markers of identity at all. They are invisible to me. Forgotten. I’ll be back to my constant search in trying to figure out how to be different, how to be unique, how to stand out from the rest.

To me, I am still just the girl sitting next to the fountain.

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