  As operation Beautify&nbsp;Me has yet to see much real progress, I've enlisted the help of a friend, an army kid from my class. He's drawing up an exercise and diet plan for me as we speak. I've only got 8 weeks left, but he said that should be plenty of time. And I can do anything for just 8 weeks right? The key to his whole plan for me is eggs. But just the white parts. I've never been much of an egg person, but I'll see where this ends up. And on the subject of my diswhitening, I've not had much success there either.
A couple days ago I had a little time after school and it was a hot day. So I decided to hit the beach for a while in my new bikini top and shorts. I was just out there minding my own business, reading a book, not bothering any one, when I hear some guys next to me talking and one says "Yeah, she'd be pretty cute if she weren't so damn white. " Now, I never asked for his astute assessment of my personal characteristics. Why did he feel the need to give it? Shouldn't he have waited until I was at least out of ear shot before saying something like that? I figured the answer was yes, so I got up, pakced up my things and then went to have a talking with him.
After asking if he was talking about me, to which he replied "yes" after much stammering and embarassment, I told him that some of us have real jobs, which require us to be in offices all day long. Therefore we don't get the sun that one would, say, on a roof. And then I left. I think he got the point. 
