Dear Genes -
I'm not sure which one(s) of you decided which side of the family I got my skin coloring from, but whichever one of you it is - I don't like you! You had two choices in the skin coloring department; either the nice olivey 100% Italian complexion from my mom's side, or the pale, pastey, white as white can be British Isley complexion from my dad's side. Do you remember which one you stuck me with?
If not, let me explain - I got the skin that is either ghostly white or bright pink. Those are my choices. There is no "tan". If I'm out in the sun for 15 minutes, I'm bright pink and then after a few days, it fades back to ghost again. And here I am back in California (where a person can actually sit outside without dying of heat), and I can't get tan. I am even braving public scrutiny by wearing a bathing suit by the pool with nothing to show for it! I would look SO much cuter in my new clothes if my legs were not the color of freshly fallen snow! And don't say that it was some sort of dominant gene issue, because my brother got the olivey version!
I know there's nothing I can do to change it now. But even though you screwed up in this department, please pass a message along to your brother or sister who is in charge of eye color and tell them I said Thanks and kudos! I do love my eye color (even if it doesn't match the bright pinkness of my skin)!
Laura
2 comments:
Oh, White Skin Genes, I know you well. One day I hope to have enough freckles to make it look like I have a tan. My arms are pretty close.
Hey, I have that too!
Oh, good 'ole White Skin Genes, my pale enemies...
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