I blame Jane Austen for the world's freckle prejudice. If Lydia hadn't labeled Mary King as "that nasty freckled thing", people would be more inclined to embrace freckles as the sign of beauty they really are.
Like Mom says, "A face without freckles is like a sky without stars."
I never liked that Lydia.
A lot of good a simpering, smirking flawless complexion
did for her.