Over my upper lip there’s a super tiny streak of pencil thin freckles. It’s new and virtually invisible to the disinterested, but it does resemble a pencil mustache, on my face, not something a lady usually welcomes. This year with the sun, I’ve only needed to welcome half of it because the freckles have only come out right above the right side of my upper lip. The left side is just not filling in the way it did last year.
I’m starting to see the stache as a sign of the changing of the seasons. And now it’s apparently time to welcome in a different change of seasons: It’s now the time in my lady life when I must welcome in merely a half-stache. I’m trying not to let it make me feel diminished and less masculine.