The other day, I found myself in the middle of a conversation about tanning. It was ridiculous to me, but I kept my comments to myself as my friends compared memberships and timing and appropriate levels of nudity.
Well, almost. I did let one, “wow, that really IS a good price for skin cancer,” slip. Oops.
I live in Arizona and I get a lot of my exercise outside. I love the feel of warm sun on my skin. A little tan is inevitable, but with a family history of skin cancer, I hate the idea of increasing my risk. I’m not immune to the messages that tan is beautiful, but I’m not a sucker for them either.
Call me crazy…or better yet, call me an independent thinker, but in my mind:
pale skin > believing you need to change to be beautiful
pale skin > tan wrinkles
pale skin > orange skin
pale skin > people laughing at you, taking your picture and submitting it to www.paleisthenewtan.com because you have become a tanorexic (warning: this site is an addicting train wreck!)
pale skin > skin cancer
Instead of wasting your time and health in the name of vanity, slap on some (SOME) self-tanner and do something legitimately productive with your time!