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You seem to have the so-called "milk skin", so I believe it must be even worst for you than it is for me under strong sunlight. At least you lived all your life at a relatively high latitude area.I don't think I could survive in the tropics.
As I've mentioned, my parents and then I had a condo in Florida, which is pretty tropical, for decades. I spent a week there in May one year, which is technically still spring, and lived to regret it. I was slathered in the strongest sun screen I could find, and wore a hat, but somehow just the reflected sunlight "burned" my eyes. The itching and watering were unbearable but when I went to the doctor thinking it was some new allergy he explained it and said I had to wear wrap around sunglasses when I went outdoors. Mine were too small and let in too much light.
In Mexico, at a hotel called Las Brisas, they provided you with little open sided jeeps with a cover. I thought for once I didn't need all that greasy cream. Well, the problem was I held onto the post for curves. That night my arm swelled up like a sausage. Doctors again.
The worst was in Cape May, New Jersey soon after I married. Like an idiot I wanted to get a little color on my face so I didn't put sun screen on it. I fell asleep for two hours or so on the beach with one cheek exposed. In the middle of the night, feeling an incredible tightness in my face I went to the bathroom and screamed and cried in absolute terror. My entire face was swollen like a monster's, eyes squeezed shut, and a brilliant red. The emergency room doctors had to give me shots of steroids and steroid cream and I spent the rest of the vacation in the darkened hotel room. After he treated me, the doctor proceeded to yell at me and tell me that if I didn't want to die young of melanoma I'd stay out of the sun.
So, my wish for one ancestral allele somewhere didn't stem from aesthetic considerations at all; I quite liked the color of my skin against my dark hair. It was a question of it being a burden in a lot of situations.
The tropics are also not for me, unless they spray the hell out of it, because I'm a magnet for mosquitoes, sand fleas, you name it. Like an idiot, again, I wanted a "green" vacation, no nasty chemical spraying, yada, yada, yada, so once we went for a week to Caneel Bay in the Virgin Islands. Big, big mistake. The room was right on the beach, so we were outside sipping a pina colada on our lounge chairs watching the sunset. In the middle of the night I felt this horrible itching all over my legs. I was covered in thousands and thousands of bites. This time it was a black doctor in St. Thomas who had to treat me, with shots of penicillin, because I had impetigo from sand fleas. Meanwhile, my husband had turned a lovely brown and didn't have a single bite. I could happily have punched him.
Have you read the journals of Livingston and Stanley or other men like them of their explorations of Africa? On day 18 we lost Fowler, etc. etc. Well, that would have been me.
Pigmentation and all sorts of other traits are an adaptation to the environment: climate, altitude, food etc. There's nothing holy or objectively superior or inferior about any of it.
I seem to be adapted for mountain life and northern latitudes. It's just the roll of the genetic dice.
My mother-in-law apparently has similar SNP results than yours. She took lot and lot of sun all her life, and she didn't really tan. She got a bit "spotted" (not sure it's the term), and sun made her looks slightly older perhaps. Anyway, there is no skin cancer running in her family, and I doubt she'll have it. Her family is actually pretty "longevous".
They say my maternal grandfather also had this type of (extremely white) skin. He was tagliapietra, and lived all his life close to latitude 30, so imagine! He didn't die of skin cancer, but his face looked permanently sort of skinned, or something (not sure it's the word). On the other hand, my father talked us about a paternal aunt of him that was pretty swarthy. She called Olimpia, but she was known as aunt "Mora" for this reason. She must have casually inherited the dominant alleles for pigmentation from her parents. It's very interesting how they may combine differently in the same family.
I got burned many times in my "tropical" life, je je. The last one, few years ago, was kind of intentional (not the burning itself), but I regreted. I was visiting a place called Pirenópolis, in the state of Goiás. I convinced myself at that moment, in a waterfall, that I should get more tanned. Then the genious took lots and lots of it in that afternoon. It didn't look "that" strong while I took it. Unnecessary to explain the results, especially in upper body. One of the worst parts is when the burning starts to get better, 'cause it itches a lot. I tried to relieve it with a wet towel (IIRC, I even slept with it), je je. I'll try it again sometime, because I know I do tan at certain degree (at least more than my parents and certain siblings), but I'll try it in a different way, of course. In my youth I took lots and lots of sun (way more than I take now), and I did tan a bit, which proves it's possible. It doesn't mean I'm a heat/sunlight lover. It's just that suntan could have helped in tropics, and it would also have avoided that "ghost looking". I actually love mountains, and I do like cold and cloudy weather (likely an issue related to my retina).
By the way, I think dark hair and white skin a beautiful combination. Caitriona Balfe, for example: