Sometimes I wonder WHO RAISED THESE PEOPLE!?! I was raised in a home where you don’t go around commenting on another person’s appearance unless it’s sounds like – You look nice today or I would kill to be as thin as you or Oh I’m sorry I keep getting you confused with Heidi Klum. That is why I was taken back when my co-worker commented on the color of my skin.
Now if I were tan, I would have had a different reaction to my co-worker’s comment because today, EVERYONE is in a hot pursuit for a tan. They even spend a lot of money creating the illusion of tan with bronzers and spray tans. It is then an extreme compliment when someone comments on your sun-kissed skin. However, since I’m on the ghostly white side, her comment seemed mean-spirited.
It was the first time I had actually been brave enough to bare my legs at work. I wore a pair of capri pants, so really only the bottom half of my legs were exposed. I even rubbed a little bronzing lotion on them before I left the house. It was mid morning when I headed away from my desk and toward the restroom. I could hear someone walking behind me so I turned and saw that it was my co-worker. I said hi to which she responded, WOW girl! You need to get some sun on those legs of yours. Immediately, I could feel my cheeks warming in embarrassment as I politely smiled and then turned around and continued to walk toward the restroom. During our entire walk to the restroom, I could hear her behind me laughing. It seemed she was not yet done mocking my fair skin. I couldn’t wait to get into the bathroom and away from her. Once the restroom door was in sight, I walked faster, hoping to get far enough ahead that I could slam it in her face. Unfortunately when I reached the door, all I could hear was my mom’s favorite saying playing in my head, Kill em with kindness. I then waited and held the door so that she could enter the restroom first.
I still get a little anxiety when I expose any leg while at work. I keep waiting for the suntan police officer that is my co-worker to jump out and laugh at my UV-challenged skin. I still wonder why she felt it necessary to point out a fact that I’ve known all my life. YES, I’m pale, but NO, I don’t need a reminder of that every time I bare my legs in public. It’s not like I go around pointing and laughing at the mom jeans she insists on wearing each casual Friday by saying, WOW, I’ve never seen an ass so flat or a crotch so long. Comments like the one from my co-worker (aka Captain Long Crotch) reiterate to me that my pale legs are still not seen as attractive by most. It also makes me think that instead of useless high school classes like home economics and ceramics, they should teach classes like TACT 101 and How NOT to be a Douche 202. And it also reminds me that investing in bronzers and the occasional spray tan is not done in vein. Instead it’s a mandatory measure to take in order to defend myself from a world full of tactless sun worshippers.
Please don’t laugh…it’s just my genetic makeup