"My mother used to always say...You could never trust a person with a dimple in their chin. I had a tough childhood."
"My dad has a cleft chin....in a very sweet anecdote, my grandmother always used to tell him that that is where the angel poked him to see if he was finished"
-from some random site
I have a cleft chin. I still am working on accepting it. I'm okay with it, but it certainly does not make me feel cute.
I can't figure out why I got so lucky as to get all the random unique features in my family, like the dimples on my shoulders.
I always thought I was under baked, but I found out recently I was over baked. So what happened to me?