Giving Thanks, part 19: Skin

Today I am grateful for my fair skin.  And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I really am.  I have spent my whole life trying to make it darker than it is, trying to cover up my freckles, trying to even the tone.  I guess I have just felt fatter when I have lost my “summer tan,” so I have tried to keep it up, just to cut the edge off.  {As a side note:  I have a sun-phobia.  When I say “summer tan,” I am referring to a summer tan out of a bottle, meaning I usually re-color once or twice a week . . . sunless tanners have come a long way!}  But I have recently found the beauty in my fair skin.  I have decided to think of it more like an accessory than an identity.  And there are so many different types of beauty, why not my fair skin?  Who knows if this attitude will linger past the summer months, but for today, at least, I am grateful I’m a whitey.