I have always been self-conscious since I can remember. I did not get picked on for my hair, my height, my weight, or my freckles. Instead I got picked on for how pale I am. You read that right; I got picked on for having a fair complexion.

I got picked on a lot as a kid and still do today for being pale. I was called Ghost Girl, Casper, or even Albino. It would really hurt my feelings when I would get called these things. I could not control my skin tone and how light or dark it was and I would always feel so frustrated and embarrassed of myself. My mom would try and make me feel better and tell me I have porcelain skin because it sounded pretty.

It bothers me when people point it out and I know it should not. I have Irish in me and that is where I get my skin tone. My skin is not capable of tanning it just burns. The burn does not turn into a tan like most people think it does, it just fades back into the paleness. It frustrates me when I get told to get some sun or go to a tanning bed. People do not understand how many times I have heard someone tell me that. I do go out in the sun but my skin just does not tan. I personally am not a fan of tanning beds either. I do not want to develop skin cancer or wrinkles later on in my life.

I honestly have never met anyone whose skin tone is lighter than mine. My skin color is so transparent you can sometimes see my blood veins. If I get extremely cold my skin will turn a purple color. My skin tone is also splotchy in the sense that you can see where my blood runs through my veins. People point out my paleness as if I have never heard it before; well I have heard it before so no need to bring it up.

It is almost impossible to look good in any color. I do not look good in any light colored clothes and it cannot be too deep of a color either. I look good in like a purple or blue but I am not going to just wear those two colors my entire life. The color of clothing either brings out my paleness or compliments it and it is frustrating but I have learned to just live with it.

I am comfortable with being how pale I am. I have learned to accept it because there is nothing that I can really do. Being pale is what makes me who I am. It makes me unique and unlike any other person. Though I got picked on a lot for it, I love my complexion.