Let’s make pasty hot.

Fact: Whenever I see my pale, oh-so-pale legs in pictures, I recoil a little bit.

“Yikes,” I think.  “This pallor, it is frightening—!  Sickly!  WHY AM I WEARING SHORTS!”

Fact: I also think this is bullshit.

Because see, here’s the thing kittens.  Being pale is awesome. Three of my best friends happen to be Phillipine, Phillipine, and Italian, so I am frequently surrounded by naturally golden-hued ladies. Which is awesome, too.

But if there’s anything that pop culture vampires have taught us, it’s that a ghostly pale complexion is nothing to fear.  Unless you fear being seduced by raw, concentrated sexiness!

Growing up in suburban San Antonio, Texas, I was taught that pale-ness was to be avoided at all costs, as if it were actually a real illness. Now I know better. Now I am embracing pale.

This is me on Monday in a fancy work outfit.

That was, um, the next shot.

I asked other pale cuties to send me some pics.

Leslie Torbett of Dalena Vintage.

Writer, potter, and foodie, April Stockwell. 

Michelle Nickolaisen of Wicked Whimsy.
Merritt Martin of Heartless Doll.

Lauren Modery of Hipstercrite.

Pale never looked so sexy, non?

Welcome back to my legs, sunscreen.

UPDATED: While playing on Leslie’s lovely blog, I also spied this exceedingly well-done stop motion animation movie. Starring a porcelain beauty.