I love my azure, crystal, shimmering blue eyes. The whole brown eyed world is jealous that we have them. And my porcelain white skin shimmers in the sun, taking on a golden hue in the summer. Yes, it’s hard to be so perfect. God’s best made creature. And smartest I might add. We are magnificent!
I have about the same. My brown skinned Philippine wife loves my eyes too, and loves my white skin, and wishes she could have white skin too. Her tan never goes away, but I rather like her brown skin, and JET black hair.
:-)
I’m pretty darn pale lol. English/Irish. I used to kind of like the contrast between my dark hair, piercing green eyes and pale skin. Now hair’s turning a bit grey, or at least mousy, the eyes don’t sparkle as much, and my skin could do with a bit of healthy tan color to it these days:) But, I am very happy to have been born a white person. I couldn’t picture it any other way. Loving oneself is a big key to happiness. The writer in the OP seems a sad individual.