Embracing the quirks that make you, well, you.

Science & Nature Essay
Written by Paige Dearing

I thought it was going to end in a tie but when it came down to it, my bellybutton won.

Everyone has their quirks: the uni-dimple, the double-jointed thumbs, even the rare third nipple. They are typically embraced, usually in an effort to escape their wrath of embarrassment or celebrate their uniqueness.

Lucky me, I have two unusual features.

Sample One: The Black Freckle.
Commonly mistaken for a stray pen marking or piece of dirt (am I really that filthy?), the black freckle pinpoints the center of my long, pale forehead. There’s debate over when it actually appeared. I say I’ve had it forever, some claim it developed within the last few years. But since it is formation never have I received more finger-licked face rubdowns in my life.  Endearing or just plain unsanitary, I hate to admit I do enjoy the concerned stranger who attempts to clean my blemishes. Ironic enough, after I tell them it is my skin they are OK that it screams skin cancer. I have yet to receive any suggestions of removal. It is just that cute I guess.

Sample Two: The Uncanny Crater-like Bellybutton
A shot of vodka held or approximately 20 jellybeans in, my bellybutton can really pull its weight. Deemed “The Crater” at Sping Break 2004 by a wonderful Ms. Keely Dobbs, the thing might be described as an extremely wide, shallow innie. I have always known my navel to be different but I didn’t know the extent of it until word about it spread like wildfire at work. “Have you seen Paige’s bellybutton..” “Paige! Come here! Let me see your bellybutton!” “Yo Megan told me about your belly button, let me see it..”

Are you serious? But okay, I’ll show you.

I love when I see people confident about their oddities. I once went to a soccer camp where a girl had webbed toes. She was not shy about it, nor was she obnoxiously advertising it as if she was a sideshow attraction. She played her cards just right; if it came up in conversation she confessed her secret, but otherwise she went about wearing sandals and suiting up for games just like all the other girls.

I’d never change my bellybutton. A piercing might not look so hot and though I have resting water when I get out of the pool to lay right down, I’ll take it. I still wear bikinis like the best of them and I don’t know the first thing about belly button lint.

It’s a constant toss up between the freckle and navel to determine which should be my poster rarity. However, the Crater wins in my books. The looming cancer scare and accompanied misconception that I might never wash my face blows the freckle’s chance of getting the title.

In the future I’m hoping I don’t lose a few fingers or develop some crazy deformity to give the bellybutton some competition. But in the mean time, yes, I will show you it.

(Links found via: Wikipedia, Photobucket and YouTube)

Feel like you got to know Paige a bit better? Make sure you thank her for sharing.
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