My skin

I went to the nail salon on campus a few minuets ago for a color change. The older woman that was there last week when I went for a manicure painted my nails today. Before painting my nails, she put my hand next to hers and said "very beautiful. In the summer I get darker."

Two months ago, I would have had mixed emotions about that statement. Now I'm just happy that she saw me as a person and not an object to stare at.