to greg, " you know,  you might be the only person who could spend all summer in the sun and somehow end up whiter. "
i look down at my arm like it personally just betrayed me. ' first of all, ' i say, holding it up between us. ' there are layers to this pale. this is a complex situation. you don't just get to comment on it like it's some flat, one note white. this is artisanal. '
i rub at my skin like maybe something'll come off. it doesn't. obviously.
' second of all, i was in the sun. we both were. you saw me. for like two straight weeks in july, but who's gonna edit this movie if we're both out frolicking all day? sometimes you have to give up an august. '
i drop my own arm, already tired of the conversation and realising i've talked about my body for way longer than my body should ever be given attention. ' so yeah. enjoy your normal human pigmentation, earl. some of us are out here losing a war against the concept of sunlight. '
