Pigment-ly Challenged
I grew up in a family as a fair, blue-green eyed, blond haired, freckled little girl amongst olive skinned, dark hair and brown eyed kids. See pale kid=1. Tanned, brunettes=5. Somewhere along the way, my older siblings convinced me I was adopted. It was believable since I looked nothing like anybody in my immediate family. They also had this lovely jingle from a soda company they would sing to torment me:
"I am a pepper. You're a pepper. She's a pepper, but you're a (with much revulsion) salt."
Truth be told, it never made me sad to look different from my family and my mom assured me that I looked like the Utah Mormon side of the family. What I didn't like were the constant burns. My mom never used sun screen to my knowledge on any of us kids. Can we say that I am a walking skin cancer waiting to happen. I burned so many times as a kid.
There was one time where I spent seven hours on a lake water-skiing. I burnt so badly my face swelled. My nose peeled every night for over a year. The dermatologist said I had damaged the lower dermis. Lovely. While my sisters slathered themselves with Crisco (no joke) on the roof of our house, I spent my teenage years perfecting my green hue, wearing black and coming out only at night.
So fast-forward to today, I gave birth to two "salts" and one "pepper." I am always faithful about slathering my fair-skinned boys with sun block. We even had a scare with my Eldest with skin cancer. Yet, I neglect my little pepper. She has never burned. Ever! Okay, in Florida, while we were moaning all night in pain from the burn we got after swimming our sun screen off in the ocean, she turned a slight flushed pink. See no burn.
While she doesn't burn, she tans like crazy. That said, I am sure she's just as easily could get skin cancer that runs in the family. I feel terribly guilty and some times in awe of how quickly she tans. Case in point, three days ago she played with the neighborhood kids in front yard in a new tankini (while the boys brains were melting slowly while playing our new Wii) for hours. No sunscreen? Yep. Burn? No. Crazy killer tan? You be the judge:
Do you see that line on her tummy? That was done in one afternoon. Thank God we swim indoors year-round. Yup, this is a pin up Mommy of the Year moment:
Most likely to give my daughter skin cancer. Woot!
4 Witty Comments For Me:
YOU'RE A FREAK!
...ok, ok, I'm only joking. :)
For a second there when I read your title I thought you were starting on weird pig penis talk again...
Somebody stop this lady!
Your daughter is beautiful.
I don't tan all that much. I just say I'm going for the English Rose look. Beyond that, people can kiss my lily ass.
Ewww...you are a dirty-birdie. In your honor, I thought i would bring picture to your imagination, but sadly all I could find was this:
http://flickr.com/photos/teamgongshow/429071028/in/set-72157600015788811/
Yep, soon to be cooked, curly piggy penises. It brings a whole new meaning to pork sausage. Or getting screwed.
By the way, in my search, I found out that girl piggies have a corkscrew shaped va-jay-jay. Whoa! I also hear that piggie orgasms last 30 minute.
Holy cow..errr...pig
Hi! Just out of interest (and sorry to be bore) but I grew up in Australia, Skin Cancer Capital of the world. I tanned as a child and now I am fair fair fair (I think I ran out of melatonin) - burn in 15 minutes etc. But please don't forget to slather your daughter with sunscreen ever - my mother is dark dark olive and has had many skin cancers removed over the years because her skin made her rather lazy about covering up.
(sorry I know it's a boring comment so delete if it you want to :) just a passionate point with me coming from Australia).
Well Miss Moi you say right that today the use of sunscreens has been compulsory. But not all time when you go out only when the ratio of uvb rays is at their peak mean extreme day times or when you will high tan after few moments exposure to sun. Sun screen not only protect you from uvb but also beneficial in preventing some otherpigmentation problems of skin.
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