Teenage vanity

When I was a teenager, I used to think anemia was such an exotic thing to have. How pale it made someone, I thought. Being the eager little goth that I was, I coveted that pale skin, envious of those who had anemia.

Now that I have it, I realize just how silly I was for thinking it was anything pretty or cool. I AM pale these days. Much paler than I ever have been before. I now buy the "Pure Ivory" makeup foundation instead of the several shades darker that I used to. I am now as pale as I wished to be as a teenager.

And more tired. And more attentive to bruises, cuts, scrapes, abrasions, and internal bleeding, which are annoyances at best and life-threatening at worst. Things that I had no idea came with the diagnosis of "anemia."

Ah, teenage ignorance. Combine that with teenage vanity, add 20 years, and you have one bemused Teressa, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of youth.

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Too pale skin can also cause you troubles apart from if medical conditions are responsible for it.
People always find terms and names to throw it at your forehead if you look different from them, and they can be as ugly about it as if your skin color was too dark in their view. Something that enthusiastic activists always should also keep in the back of their minds...