Have you ever been approached by well-meaning strangers on sunny days with the concerned suggestion, “You really should apply some sunscreen”? Do you find yourself reaching for the “Ivory” shade in the makeup aisle, only to realize it’s still too dark for your complexion? Have your photos in natural light ever made you resemble nothing but your eyeglass frames and a cozy sweater?
If you can relate, welcome to my world.
As the warmer months roll in, many around us become fixated on the idea of shedding their winter layers and flaunting sun-kissed skin. There’s a rush to cosmetic stores for the latest self-tanners and a debate over whether pantyhose are still relevant. While they chase after that golden glow, I’m here to advocate for another kind of summer—one free from tans, faux-tans, and bronzers.
I come from a lineage that’s a unique blend—my father sports a farmer’s tan reminiscent of milk chocolate by the end of summer, while my mother is a fiery redhead whose freckles ignite at the mention of “summer solstice.” Although I can tan a tad, I simply choose not to. I’ve grown comfortable with my naturally light skin, hair, and eyes, regardless of the countless comments suggesting I could use some color.
Through the years, I experimented with the art of appearing less ghostly. Unfortunately, self-tanner often left me looking like I’d encountered a rusty handprint, and bronzers made me resemble someone who sneezed into a box of chocolate cake mix. The pursuit of something I wasn’t turned out to be both costly and embarrassing—why persist?
Sure, one option might be to reduce my SPF and gradually build a tan, but with a family history rife with skin cancers, including melanoma, that risk is simply not worth it. Plus, let’s face it—sunburns are no joke!
Over time, I’ve grown accustomed to others assuming my paleness is a sign of illness rather than a personal choice, and I’m no longer offended by the comments about seeing right through me or the endless vampire jokes (thanks, “Twilight”).
It’s baffling to me that anyone—regardless of where they fall on the skin tone spectrum—should be pressured to alter their appearance or feel shame about their natural pigmentation. Just recently, I had a conversation with a friend who is essentially my photo negative, and we both noted how similar our experiences were regarding the unsolicited remarks about our contrasting skin tones. It’s absurd, and I refuse to entertain it any longer.
In fact, I’ve come to embrace what many consider my biggest flaw. Here’s why I celebrate my natural complexion:
- I never have to fret over tan lines when selecting a tank top.
- I avoid the expense of looking like an oversized Oompa Loompa.
- My makeup shade remains consistent throughout the seasons.
- My diligent sunscreen application has likely contributed to my being carded for alcohol purchases.
- Have you ever witnessed someone’s bronzer melting away? It’s like a sad Salvador Dali painting.
- Most importantly, I’ve accepted and love who I am—what could be better than that?
So, if you’re someone who tends to mock others for their fair complexion or suggest they “fix it,” how about taking a moment to appreciate that they’ve embraced the skin they were born with? Maybe recognizing the beauty in their no-tan, no-bronzer lifestyle could inspire you to do the same someday. Now, that would be truly beautiful.
And just to clarify? I’m not just “pasty.” I’m porcelain.
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In summary, embracing your natural skin tone, regardless of societal pressures, can be empowering. Whether you’re pale or tanned, the key is to love and accept yourself for who you are.
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