Shocking, isn't it? In spite of the fact that my ethnic roots are not entirely Caucasian, I am perhaps one of the whitest non-albino people going. Nurses love taking my blood because it's so easy to find my veins. True story. Oh, and I don't tan. At all. Ever. 'Specially my legs. (With all my whitey-whitiness, I look even paler standing next to my beautifully brown husband.)
I'm 33, so I've lived a long time with my pastiness. I used to hide my legs year-round. Last summer I bought a pair of shorts. One. A single pair of shorts. And it was the first time I'd worn shorts (outside the gym) in at least a decade. Now I've just gotten to the point that I don't really care anymore, and I'd rather be comfortable and not sweat buckets when it's nearly 40 (Celsius) outside, thankyouverymuch. This year I own a couple pairs of shorts and several short skirts and dresses. It's time to let my blindingly white legs see the light of day!
Why the post about pale skin, you ask? Well I went to our church's annual picnic on Sunday, and it was really hot and humid. So, of course, I wore shorts. And I got made fun of. Twice. By adults. One of whom is the same friend who offered to shave her head with me a month ago! (The other was her mother - I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree!)
For a second or two, it hurt. Really hurt. It brought back all the feelings of being picked-on as a kid - those feelings that made me keep my legs covered for so many years. And then I made a new commitment to not-giving-a-rat's-ass.
My skin is white. Very white. My legs are the whitest (visible) part of me. I have very short hair which is still riddled with empty patches. I'm a few pounds heavier than I'd ultimately like to be. And I don't care. I'm not going to let those things hold me back. They won't keep me from doing the things I want to do. Big thighs won't keep me from wearing a bathing suit. White skin won't keep me covered up. Patchy hair won't make me embarrassed and feel the need to cover my head. I'm going to wear what I want, do my make-up, don some big earrings then just head out and enjoy my summer!
This is the only me I have - the only me there is. I refuse to waste any more time being hung up on what's "wrong" with me.
(This post inspired in part by this one. Which, by the way, I love in part due to the fact that she worked out in a dress. I once did 50 burpees in a maxi skirt.)