A piece is gone...

So I took the plunge, not much by choice, but a little. I removed what my friend called my "Cindy Crawford" mole off my lip. It showed up randomly in high school as a tiny dot, which then resorted in the next year or so of people telling me I have food, or pen, or whatever else on my lip. Thank you, no, it's there permanently. It's gone and now I feel a bit like Quasimodo as I'm healing, but in a week it's supposed to be better they say. Gracie says it "looks real bad" and that thankfully "her freckles don't make her sick." But she still will let me kiss her so that I guess I'm not that hideous looking. I feel for my poor pale children who have their whole lives to look forward to of being pasty in a tan world. It's a good thing they are smart and witty cause they will need it in the future.

Example #1---let's go back to my junior year of high school, where I quietly tried out for spiritline all by myself and made the JV squad. This was a big step for me seeing that I am pretty shy and not one of my friends tried out, and we were mostly the kind to make fun of it. I almost chickened out and halfheartedly learned the dance, still unsure if I would even go through it. I even blew my audition by forgetting the entire dance while standing and clapping side to side until the music ended. Somehow I impressed them by doing other things, and after that I kicked myself for not trying harder and giving myself a better shot at making varsity cause the JV girls were the kind that made me pull my hair out. Let me take you to my first day of practice where we were all stretching, every girl in their short shorts and tan legs. Me in my shorts and pasty white legs that hardly see the sun. I definently stood out. A girl that probably wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer came over to me and asked "Do you tan easily?" It was a moment where so many comebacks were flooding my mind to answer this intellectual question but I replied with, "Yes, I do, I just choose not to." She thought about that for a moment until she realized I was kidding, and that, my friends, was a taste of my year on the cheer squad. This same girl actually became somewhat of a friend of mine and is quite funny, but just doesn't think a lot of things through. After that day, I pictured every practice and every game in my short skirt how much I might stand out to the crowd as the shining beacon of light coming from the field. Not much has changed, if anything, I'm even whiter than ever. I hate summer cause you have to where less clothing, and I love winter for the opposite reason. Everyone's pale, it's ok! As I've gotten older, it doesn't matter much to me anymore now that I don't have the whole social pressure of high school weighing on my shoulders. I tell myself my skin will be less wrinkles and leathery than all of the orange and brown people (tannees). This is what I will pass on to my kids and so on.