One day, during class, Cheerleader-girl leaned forward to inform me, with a sneer on her face, that I should refrain from wearing shorts because my legs were "too white." I'm confident she thought she was giving me some important advice. I told her, something along the lines of, "I'm sorry you have a problem with my legs, but I'm okay with them just the way they are -and if I want to wear shorts, I'm going to wear shorts. You don't have to look."
Through those growing up years, when things like tan legs seem so direly important, I had the opportunity to make many a friend-o-mine feel better about themselves, for no other reason than: next to me, anyone looks tan. "I like sitting next to you, you make me look tan!" -I heard it 1,000 times -at least. I was glad that my whiteness could boost someone else's self-confidence.
Recently, a good friend of mine was mentioning how she feels like she is finally ready to be herself. She's shucked off the chains of "What will they think of me?" and "Who do they want me to be?" and is ready to let her very own light shine -other people can chose to like her or not, she's past worrying about it.
I'm really happy for her because this is such a beautiful kind of freedom!
I think we should have a party for her!!