Like most Asians, I wanted a fair complexion. Actually, not just fair but white. The whiter, the better I like it. So much was my inclination toward achieving my dream complexion that I hoard every whitening creams and lotions imaginable from high end to low end. I have tried various concoctions of mixed fruits and vegetables which have been known to have whitening and anti-aging properties. I watch every beauty shows and read articles which deal with beauty and fashion hoping that I will come across with one or two skin whitening regimen that may work on my skin.
Apart from attaining a whiter complexion was my desire to have that flawless skin from which some people are lucky enough to sport around without even trying to look beautiful, yet they stand out. Oh praise them! For they have a fantastic gene pool. With my kind of genes, I'm lucky if I don't get a dryer than dry skin and a breakout after a long night of sleep deprivation. Aren't you just mad with some chick who still managed to look like a total knockout sans any zit after partying all night? Gosh!
I used to love the beach and the sea. Now, I purposely avoided the beach for no other reason than to avoid the glaring eyes of the sun. Don't lecture me about the importance of using sunblock. I know. I never leave the house without first lathering on my SPF50 UVA/UVB broad spectrum sunblock lotion on my skin. I don't neglect putting it on either even on days when the sun cowered behind the dark clouds. Ultraviolet rays can penetrate layers and layers of clouds. See? I know all that. I did my homework very well.
But guess what? I developed dark spots on my upper lip. It's called melasma based on the research I had over the internet. My family are proned to have hyperpigmentations on the facial skin. Basically on the fair side, my mother have freckles and brown spots scattered all over her facial skin, too. That goes as well with my cousins who have hints of freckles on different parts of their bodies. I got my melasma on my recent pregnancy. It's been six months since I gave birth but this dang dark spot stayed. My good friend in California sent me this product which supposedly has natural ingredients and claimed to remove melasma and other dark skin pigmentations. It's been two months already since I have first used the product but the melasma hasn't faded entirely. Oh well, I guess, I could use a lot of patience still.
Enough of the obsession for white skin. Although, I am not that whitest white, I am not that dark, either. Funny, but it's my kind of skin which many women in other parts of the world would want to trade for anything. I have a natural tan which I got effortlessly. While some Americans or Europeans for example, took pains sunbathing and even risk getting skin cancer to get my skin, I, on the other hand disliked what is apparently beautiful. What a shame!
All told, I would like you to know that I am proud of my skin. In my country, I am called morena, the between-dark-and-white-skin-tone. I will no longer have the obsession to be white. But, I will continue to protect my skin not for any other reason than I love my skin.
