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.
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.
