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Mine is indecisive skin: somewhere in between yellow and off white, mottled with red at some times, mottled with scars at all times. Yellow enough that when mono ravaged through sixth grade with symptoms listed as yellow discoloration of the skin a kid pointed at me and asked like that? of it. I do not write it beautiful the way Rachel Rostad does: “[my skin] was pacific sunset, almond milk, a porcelain cup.” I prefer to indulge in the comfort of sweaters and long pants and hair framing my cheeks, hiding what my eyes my hair my name give away. Joseph loved me for my eyes my hair my name not my skin, said I don’t like your skin tone, and I took this criticism as cruel and probably fell a little bit out of love with him that night, with his asian anime schoolgirl fetish with his white boy privilege but do you really think I’m talking to you about my skin?
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Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 1:49 AM UTC
Skin
Mine is indecisive skin: somewhere in between yellow and off white, mottled with red at some times, mottled with scars at all times. Yellow enough that when mono ravaged through sixth grade with symptoms listed as yellow discoloration of the skin a kid pointed at me and asked like that? of it. I do not write it beautiful the way Rachel Rostad does: “[my skin] was pacific sunset, almond milk, a porcelain cup.” I prefer to indulge in the comfort of sweaters and long pants and hair framing my cheeks, hiding what my eyes my hair my name give away. Joseph loved me for my eyes my hair my name not my skin, said I don’t like your skin tone, and I took this criticism as cruel and probably fell a little bit out of love with him that night, with his asian anime schoolgirl fetish with his white boy privilege but do you really think I’m talking to you about my skin?
After Ross Gay "Feet"
jjlee
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Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 1:49 AM UTC
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