5 different shades of brown (aka, why black girls shouldn’t attempt to tan)
September 2, 2008 m
so yeah i got home and took a shower after a 4 day weekend in san diego and afterward stood scantily clad eyeing myself in the mirror. and i have about 5 different shades of blackness going on, particularly around my upper extremeties. it’s kind of disturbing. i look a little wild, like a pygmy girl who got kidnapped by white colonialists and put into a locked hut but who somehow manages to escape and get a little brown before being locked away in the shade again.
my lower boobs (nipples and beyond) are the color of milk with a strong dash of espresso, and my upper boobs (permitted public viewing) are cafe au lait with hardly any lait. my left arm is burnt caramel and my right arm is slightly less burnt caramel. my face is burnt caramel but i think my neck is less burnt caramel. my feet are indian and my thighs remain cuban, maybe dominican republican. (is that even the designation?)
WHAT THE HELL MAN. this is what i get. me and S were at the beach and we were like, we’re all different shades, let’s try to even out.
HA! now i look like a tie-dyed love child with dried out sun-bleached hair.
I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM ANY MORE.
Entry Filed under: life and tagged: tanning
Leave a Comment
Some HTML allowed:
<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <pre> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>