This is the soundtrack for this post.
I have always been fish belly white. Some smatterings of freckles on my face in the summer, but traditionally, my pale skin could be used as a signal point in the dark. Like you could line a bunch of me up on a runway and we'd be great markers for night flights arriving at Toronto's Pearson Airport.
A couple of years ago I started developing melasma (a tan or dark skin discoloration) upon my face. Pregnant women occasionally get this - it's dubbed The Mask of Pregnancy - kind of like the Mask of Zorro, but you can't take this mask off.
I went to a skin clinic to see how much it would cost to treat. For a mere $1000 they could give me laser treatments and accompanying cream that might help. MIGHT? For $1000, they should give you a freaking guarantee, I'm thinking. I figured that using some BB Cream would be a lot cheaper and would mostly mask the mask. Now it just looks like I'm new to this whole 'makeup' thing and have forgotten to smooth my foundation on my jawline.
"You know if you feather out the edges..."
"I HAVE feathered out the frickin' edges - my face is a whole different colour than the rest of me!!! This colour?!? It's doesn't come off!"
Every time I've mentioned it to David, he just shakes his head. "You look beautiful. You always look beautiful."
"To YOU! I always look beautiful TO YOU!!"
"No, I think we can state empirically..."
"You have love juice in your system - you're not thinking rationally!!" I hold up my arm to my face. "See this?!? THIS is the colour my face should be!"
"Yeah, but your face gets sun..."
"I wear SPF 30 EVERY day, I should have NO colour on my face, I should look like a freaking MIME!"
"A little colour is good - makes you look healthy. When you don't have colour on your face, people usually ask you if you're okay."
Mentioned the melasma to my doctor at my yearly physical. "Oh, that's hardly noticeable at all. You just have a bit of colour in your face. If it's hormonal you can't really do anything about it anyway." He was facing away from me when I made to strangle him.
The good news is... after my body has decided its hormonal future, these particular delights should stop. After I've truly made it through THE CHANGE I might get my skin back - possibly my rationality too.