I love Merriam-Webster's definition of pallid: adjective: deficient in color. Yup, that's me. In every picture I've ever taken, I always look like I've been cooped up in a dark room for my entire life. You'd think I'd try and get a little color, but I swear, tan just doesn't stick to me.
It's worse when I take pictures with other people. No matter what, I'm always the palest person in the entire group.
Here I am a few years ago at my brother's graduation. Somehow he managed to escape the ghastly-pale complexion that I inherited.
The funny thing is that even when I put on makeup, I still look like I'm on death's doorstep.
A couple of years ago my then-roommate Lisa and I decided to get all gussied up for our neighbor's birthday party. We went and got our makeup done and I asked the woman to give me the smoky-eye look. I think in this picture I look more like she gave me the raccoon-eye look.
It was my own idea to pair the already-dark eyes with the super dark red lipstick. As if I didn't already look like I'd had all the blood sucked out of me, I made it even more painfully obvious by contrasting my poor skin tone with totally overpowering shades. I should never be trusted with makeup.
My only solution is to simply stop taking pictures, or at least only take them at the height of summer, when I have the teensiest bit of color, and no one else in the picture to compare me to.
Oh, I almost forgot. Blue, who wrote my last Sincerely 'Fro Me to You post, says thank you for all your kind words. He is still not happy about baths, but the crunchy treats and nice comments from you guys help ease the pain a bit.
Something else that takes his mind off the torture is his new challenge. His goal in life now is to try and convince me that 70+ pounds is a perfectly acceptable weight for a lap dog.
Hey, as long as it keeps him happy.
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