I am brown. A simple golden brown, a nice color no doubt but nothing special. Contrary to my own beliefs, many people are enamored with this skin tone. Something about this constant tan that came with my genes makes many people green with envy.
This is something that crosses my mind about five times a day, every time a girl who looks like she just spent the summer in the Caribbean walks past in the dead of winter. Not only does this look ridiculous, it also confuses my internal calendar. The sight of all these deeply tanned Caucasian people makes me feel like it should be July and seventy degrees outside. Walking outside thinking it is seventy when it negative 3 can be a terrible shock to the body.
Is it healthy to want something so badly with which we are not born? Personally I really want a tail. In my mind a tail is the one appendage that could open so many doors for me most of which circus related but, I digress, the fact is you do not see me consulting doctors about the possibility of a tail graft.
Something about wanting to be darker is preposterous, African American people have been prejudiced against for years for their darker skin color. Is it just light brown that is desirable? If so than I have hit the genetic lottery.
What ever happened to loving yourself for who you are? People who are overweight seem to be having a, “love who you are” movement, I propose that the pale people of the United States should also join this trend. Embrace your pasty white exteriors! Do not be drawn to the tanning booth lamps like moths to a …well…lamp, break free from the tyranny of tan.
