When I was in the 1st grade my teacher's name was Mrs. Webb. I loooooved Mrs. Webb. She was the best. I think her only failing in life might have been that she was a University of Kentucky fan. That aside, Mrs. Webb loved Courtney too. I was undoubtedly the teacher's pet in that class. And she called me her little China doll because of my fair skin.
In high school when I played softball I developed a nick name. My dad noticed that my skin wasn't too far off from the color of the chalk lining the base path. So, everyone started calling me "chalk."
Ever since Craig and I met, he's told me I look Asian. My almond shaped, squinty eyes and my pale skin, evidently make me look Asian to him.
My whole life I've gotten teased over how white I am. When I was in middle school my best friend TJ told me he was going blind from the reflection of the lights off my forehead.
Today walking to lunch one of the Chinese girls from our office grabbed my arm and held it up in comparison to her white blouse. Then all of the girls started giggling. I asked Anne what was going on and she said, "We are all very envious of your white skin. Chinese girls walk around with umbrellas and long sleeves all the time to keep their skin white. We wish we had skin as white as yours."
So, evidently I'm really not as Asian as I look. And I only had to travel halfway around the world to find a place that appreciates my concerns over melanoma. The end.
(It was a slow news day...give me a break :) )
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I hear you about the melanoma. I slather the kids with sunscreen constantly (which is why I've actually had people ask me if my daughter is anemic!) and yet last fall my then 5-year-old had a precancerous mole removed from her ankle. Stay pale!
ironic that is was a slow news day for you... quite the opposite here.
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