No makeup. No dye. Just freckles with red hair. Brown eyes with eyebrows to match. Left handed but in the right mind, yet right in most cases. Wiser than the age and more naive than a newborn. Silent at times, yet raging like a storm recently endured. Stronger than what's seen and softer than the bread she eats. More complex than Eistein's theory, yet uncertain with the outcome. Searching while finding and searching again. Doing all she can with what little she has. Just freckles trying to make it in life when the world tries to cover her up with foundation. All natural and all purposeful. She is me.