I've been known to exaggerate for comic effect. But often I don't have to. For example, when I wrote last year about how much I hate the heat because I'm so pale...
I give you my legs ("Exhibit A").
Now, I give you my leg next to coworker Julie's leg ("Exhibit B"). She hasn't even started working on her "base tan" yet.
I do not want to be tan. I like being pale. I've never understood the draw of tanning beds or - worse - baking on the beach. I don't like self-tanner either. In my world (the one in my imagination, also known as "My Happy Place"), only farmhands have tans. And I'm not a farmhand.
So there it is, out in the open. I'm wearing skirts or dresses at least five days a week this summer and if anyone has a problem with that they can bite my pasty white ankles.