I'm a 23 year old college graduate. And instead of just getting a job and being normal, I keep getting myself into these weird situations.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

No, It's OK. My Skin's Supposed to be This Color

The man finished the lock and Mrs. Crazy came to collect me to go to the beach. I carried all the bags and loaded up the car.
G had tried to explain the Greek poepel to me. They worship the sun. She says that all Filipino people try to avoid the sun because they want lighter skin. But the Greeks live outside and want to be as dark as possible. So everyday, they lather their kids up in sunscreen and take them out to the beach for most of the afternoon.
Almost every kid has beautiful olive skin. And apparently the darker the better.
But then you start to notice the mom's skin. I don't really know what their sun education is like. But the women are some wonderful after examples. The skin, expecially on their chests is all leathery and freckled. Apparently dark olive skin doesn't age well. But the Greek people love brown skin and sun and don't understand anything else.
Which is why they were all very confused by me. If you've seen me you know I am very pale. Like transculent. Like my veins shine bright blue through my skin. As it has been covered before I hate the sun. It has given me nothing but freckles, heatstroke, and third degree burn.
And I use sunscreen religiously. So my skin is kind of reminescent of a vampire's. And the Greeks were continually fascinated by me. One girl I was hanging out with poked the inside of my arm in wonder, "It's like milk."
I continually had to reassure people, "No, I'm fine. It's ok for my skin to be this color. This is normal." That was the thing that confused them the most. The fact that I was unbothered, even happy with my pale skin. I got the impression that my pale skin was some sort of disease, or abnormality that I should be concerned about.
And anytime we went to the beach, Mrs. Crazy always became very worried about me burning, staring disapprovingly at my skin and shaking her head. I guess she had probably been hoping for some very tan blond blue-eyed American thing. And then I stepped off the plane. And would never stop disappointing her.

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