It makes me want to cry when I look at my nasty pasty face. And hands. Everything else I keep covered up, because I hate looking at it.
I miss my pool. I miss my job. I miss doing yoga at thirty five feet in the air. I miss getting to climb every day. But mostly I just miss my tan. My melanin is one of the few things I actually like about myself. Yeah, sad, I know.
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