For years I have suffered at the hands of god because of my coloring. Every summer my girl friends would roast to a golden brown while I burnt to a crisp after 15 minutes. The only thing keeping me going was praying that the freckles would form together to hypnotize me into thinking I was tan. But all that changed about 8 years ago when sunless tan became the rage. Everyone was making a cream or handi-wipe that could instantly make you tan. Don't think I didn't run out and buy every single product. I tried L'Oreal, Clarins, Jergens - you name it, I tried it. They streaked, stunk, turned me orange, one even stained my hands so bad that I thought about calling out of work so no one would see me. Eventually, I gave up. I decided that in the long run I should be happy with what I have. Wellllll, all that changed while walking through Target a couple of weekends ago. It was a rainy Sunday and I was bored, walking up and down each aisle when I discovered this:
But the body dismorphia has set in...and I can't stop reapplying...and I can't tell that I'm tan. I wait with baited breath to hear someone ask me "have you been on vacay because you are so tan!". It happened 3 times last week and it was like a bit of heroin every time.
|the contrast between my arm and my leg|
I can't wait to show off my tan next weekend!
sun kissed Bunny