The adventures of a Pale Porcelain Princess

I am pale. In fact, I am so pale that I don't need to wear light colours when going for a walk at night. Any light reflects right off me. I'm like a freakin' glow in the dark sticker. And hold a milk bottle next to my face and you can't see where my skin stops and the milk bottle begins.

It may not be hugely common to be this pale, but it's not insanely rare either. I mean, when I go to visit my family in the UK, I see plenty of fair girls.

Yet somehow cosmetics companies seem to think that there are no snowwhite-esque girls in (Western) Europe. It seems bloody difficult to find a pale (liquid) drugstore or higher end foundation (or suitable bronzers & blushes for that matter).

My usual makeup shopping experience goes something like this: I walk into a store with my fingers and toes crossed and I say a quick little prayer before a sales lady jumps me like a hyena spotting a poor innocent deer. I then mention I'm looking for a foundation and the sales lady proceeds to quickly glance at my face before diving into the various makeup stands. She will then find something that is obviously not light enough for me, but try it out on my jaw line anyway. "See? Perfect match!"....yes, if you rub it around my jawline so much THAT THERE IS NOTHING LEFT, then yes, I suppose that is a perfect invisible match!

And then there's the dreaded "Are you ok? You're so pale?" question that doctors ask me. WTF? Don't ask me whether I'm ok! Ask any of those orange my-skin-has-morphed-into-leather looking girls whether they're ok! You're supposed to fry bacon, not yourself!

Having an unnatural tan seems to be the beauty standard and I can't for the life of me understand why! Why does society put across some kind of message that pale equals unhealthy?

If you are naturally pale, embrace it! Don't hate it! Work with it and you'll see that it's actually very pretty and special.

To make a long story short: Show some love for the pale people.

Pale Pride, yo.