We often love what we know. I have a funny/disturbing story. My children are all a beautiful carmel color...they were adopted from Korea. I'm Frosty the Snowman white. One day about a year ago I was watching a friend's daughter who is the same age as mine. I went to change her diaper and was momentarily horrified by what I saw... my first impression was of some giant white maggot or a dead thing that had been kept out of sunlight... what was hideously wrong with this child? Of course, a split second later I realized "Oh yeah, she's just white like me", but that initial shock of seeing that writhing, pudgy white body really lingered and made me feel a bit disgusted. I was just so used to seeing my own children's brown bodies I had subconsciously grown an aversion to white ones! It's probably a leftover survival instinct to make sure we take the best care of our own babies. Kind of the way other kid's poop is waaaaaaay grosser than your own kid's poop.
Now then, which is my favorite? I dunno, I've seen beautiful skin all colors of the rainbow. I suppose the skin that fascinates me the most though belongs to my friend Mustapha, who is from Sierra Leone. HIs skin is so dark it actually has dark blue highlights. When he smiles the white of his teeth against his skin is astonishing and I melt into a little puddle on the floor.