Ahhh, summer is here. The kids are home from school, the clothes are getting scantier, and now I get to deal with the least favorite thing about me. If you ask most people what part of their body they hate the most, they might say their gut. Or their nose. Or their legs. But not me. (okay, not exactly nuts about the legs either.)
I'd love to change skin with somone else. Just peel it off and slither into some nice, bronze-colored stuff. Skin that has a little melatonin in it. Skin that doesn't turn a glaring shade of red then flake off like a reptile. Oh, but I do have have melatonin. I have it in little bunches all over. It's called freckles. I'm spotted. How nice. And the sun makes me red and freckled at the same time. Thanks.Denise,
you say, all you have to do is wear sunscreen
. Sure, I can do that (and I usually do). Then I get to remain pasty all summer, unable to wear white for fear people won't know where my skin ends and my clothes begin.Ha. Ha. Denise, that's so silly,
Don't you know they make tanners for people like you? Of course I know it. I used to use them. But then Colleen got after me about how the color changes my skin to a tone that doesn't go to with my hair color and all my brightly colored clothes. When I use tanner now, I have nightmares of Colleen running at me with her her finger waggling, screaming, "That color is ALL wrong for you, D!" So I stopped using tanners.
Now, before you comment, I know I'm tan in the photo above. I used days of tanner to achieve that look, but it went with my hair when it was blond. Now I'm closer to brunette which looks much better with my natural (pasty) skintone. (Right Colleen??)