I have to say, I am guilty for wanting sunkissed skin.
I dream of the freckles that appear across my face after the first few weeks of June and of the potential tan lines that appear around a bikini top. But, why do I feel so guilty after unfolding a beach chair during a sunny 90 degree day? Here is my vow to take a first step of recovery: admitting that I’m a vitamin D addict.
I feel like I’m betraying my family every time I walk outside with my SPF 4 tanning oil. My sister has Basal Cell Carcinoma.”Basal cell carcinoma affects the deepest layer of the epidermis. Instead of metastasizing like melanoma, basal cell carcinoma attacks the surrounding tissue, making it less deadly, but heightening the chance for disfigurement.
My boyfriend, who has red hair and freckles, admits that he likes seeing me sun-kissed in the summer over being ‘porcelain’ in the winter. What’s so appealing about being a shade darker than you typically are? Why are we so afraid of being bleach white at the beach, when being the opposite isn’t healthy?
What do you think of tanning, Lovelies? Is it worth it? What do you think is the appeal?