This is my mole.
It is big. It is flappy and brown and pronounced.
It is so big, the purple strap of my shirt just there gets caught on it. My necklace gets caught on it. My hair gets caught on it.
Some people think it’s gross.
Most people who see it (and are ballsy enough to speak up) ask me “have you considered getting that removed?” The kids I know (and other people who lack the need for tact) tell me “WILL YOU PLEASE GET THAT THING CUT OFF.” The Mr. asks me, “Has it started talking to you yet?” My three year old nephew spied it, stopped speaking mid-sentence, paused for a moment, and said “I think I need to get that.”
He spent the next two minutes fingering my mole, our conversation abandoned.
“GET IT OFF. It won’t come off.”Read More