Youre orange. Dr. Wexler said matter-of-factly, flipping over my hand and comparing its tangerine tinge to her own soft, rosey-hued palms. I had stopped by her airy Manhattan dermatology office that morning to have a questionable mark on my forehead (which had settled in for too long of a stay) evicted, and the news of my skin tone came as a bonus round to our scheduled appointment. Having kicked my self-tanning habit years ago, her chromatic diagnosis came as an understandable shock.
I thought that was just the color of my skin! I exclaimed, immediately recalling a moment that week when Id compared hands with my boyfriend’s and noted a stark contrast in his blue-blooded veins versus my apricot glow.
Its not… Do you eat a lot of colorful vegetables? she inquired softly.
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