Once upon a time, I felt extremely insecure about my pale skin tone. Throughout my life, I’ve refrained from wearing anything in orange or yellow, for fear of the colors washing me out. I was envious of anyone who could sit in the sun and achieve the coveted golden glow without turning into a lobster. But over the years, I came to the conclusion that I can either brood about unalterable genetics, or wear my skin proudly. I’m happy to say I chose the latter.
Since reaching the next level in the game of self-acceptance, I’ve been more daring with my wardrobe. I used to play it safe by only sticking to neutrals, but as of late, I have finally squashed my resistance toward color and taken some big leaps into sartorial maturity. My biggest step forward thus far? Wearing yellow.
Back in May, I wandered into Topshop on the way to an event with Jacob. I came across a striped, pajama-style blouse that I knew I needed. Only caveat? It was yellow. I figured I’d try it on anyways, and once I did, I was SHOOK (pardon my millennial lingo). The top was actually flattering, perhaps because the shade was more of a golden yellow. Whatever the reason, it made me feel good. I think I conditioned myself to stay away from brighter colors for so long that I, 1) neglected to acknowledge that every color comes in various shades; and 2) forgot that there is no harm in trying things on to confirm (or nullify) any doubts.
You should never feel pressured to box yourself into a specific color palette (unless you genuinely dislike color, then ignore me, lol) because you’re afraid to step outside your comfort zone. Most importantly, you should never have to wake up feeling uncomfortable in your own skin. Experiment with pieces and colors that accentuate what your mama gave ya, and do your best to love the skin you’re in. You only get one. <3
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Photography: Jacob Goldberg