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Personal Narrative: The Color Of Pale Skin

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After four sleepless nights, I told my mom I needed to go to the emergency room. She looked at me across the kitchen table, stared at me for a second, smiled, and then starting laughing. Prom season was right around the corner and my friends had already picked out their dresses, decided how to wear their hair and what nail color would be the perfect match. I on the other hand, was having a hard time finding the right colors to complement my very pale complexion. I put off buying a dress for weeks, in fear of looking like a ghost. One day at lunch, my friend mentioned tanning as a way to darken the color of my skin. Pale skin runs in my family and my mom thought it was a bad idea for me to artificially color myself. She has an allergy to

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