At least Paku (temporary lapcat) still likes me

Even with the protection of sunblock from the land down under, my arms are still becoming the off-white that passes for a tan on me. Other people hold their arms against me and exclaim over how pale I am...and then I lift the hem of my shirt and show them the gleaming white of my fish-belly, and they are stunned.

My dance recital is in a month (we haven't even started learning the choreography, god), and I'm already nervous about being twice the size of everyone else in my class and being paler than a corpse. I have bad dreams about the lights emphasizing the jelly-like movement of my stomach during shimmies. I just don't want to compound my initial fears with my fear of arms that belong on someone else's body.

Also, I need to stop with the picking-at-the-arms things again. It's driving me crazy.