Pale Is Beautiful
All my life i've had stick about how pale I am, off family and people I don't even know! My family thinks it's funny to make up names about me, names such as casper (very origional) and make comments how 'I look like i've been dead for 6 months and dug up!'. To make matters worse (according to a very mean controlling mother) I don't wear make-up so I look terrible.
I used to dread summer time because I hated showing off my pale arms and legs. So I got into the whole fake tan thing, what a pain that is. You have to worry that it's not streaky, that it's blended in properly, you can't sit on anything pale incase it rubs off onto it, oh and not to mention the smell. I used to smell like a walking curry!
Finally I come to my senses and thought 'enough!' There are lots of famous beautiful pale skinned women out there and I thought they don't seem to worry about not looking orange and their accepted. I think that was my problem I felt like I didn't 'fit in' and therefore wouldn't be accepted. Sounds silly I know but I do suffer from poor self esteem. Anyway i've decided that i'm lovely just the way I am, it's taken a long time to realise that but now I feel more confident about my pale skin. If it's good enough for Nicole Kidman then it's good enough for me! Who wants to smell like curry anyway?!