Growing up pale is never easy. As a child, my mother would lather me in so much sunblock whenever I left the house, you could smell me coming onto the camp bus before I even left the front steps. As a teen, I tried just about everything to get a bit of color in my skin– self-tanning lotions (which are always blotchy and gross), actual tanning beds (which cause cancer), or the plain old being the palest girl at every party (no matter what). As an adult, I’ve grown to accept the fact that I’m just not meant to be tan, but, it doesn’t stop everyone from telling me “I’d look great if I got some color,”–haha, right.
My coworkers drew me. I don't have visible arms cause I'm so pale that I just blend in with the board? pic.twitter.com/3UHg2AbcVy
— Meme Empress (@aadriennexx) September 29, 2015