A tan makes you thinner. A tan makes those curves seem firmer. It'll disguise your stretch marks. White is "pasty". It's ok, you don't have to bake in the sun.
She looks down at her milky white skin, Passed down through her mothers line. A natural English rose. All those years of battling the sun in her youth. The only colour she got ranged from pink to searing red.
So a spray tan it is. Now she has that "healthy glow". In the mirror she sees all the tricks of the eye. Now she looks how she's "supposed to". She fits the shape of brown.
Her skin covered in the chemical concoction. Does it look too fake? She doesn't know, but that's ok No one else knows either, this is the norm. And she fits the shape of brown.
She looks at her stretch marks. She used to be uncomfortable about them. Her adult daughter liked them, She called them shiny, silvery. Now a light brown. But she fits the shape of brown.
She fits into the shape That society has molded her into. She fits into society. No longer that big white sore thumb. She fits the shape of brown.
One size fit all?
This was inspired by the song in my head when I woke up. Unfortunately the song was a lot better, but I could only remember the one line "She fits the shape of brown"