I used to be a tanaholic like that is what I would do on my free time is work on my tan. In the summer I would waste my days away lying by the pool or beach floating on my raft reading my book seeing how dark I could get. It was fun and enjoyable, I met a lot of people and I was a golden godess. In the winter I was in the tanning bed, getting spray tans, mystic tan, tan in a can. Then all of a sudden it became a big goddamn hassle, I wanted to go out on the weekend but was out of spray tan, then I had to run all over town to buy some hurry home exfoliate and get it on with enough time to develop. Then it would stink and stain and OMG the smell I couldnt tolerate the smell even days later I could smell it on myself and want to gagg.... I have this thing about smells and it drives me nuts. So finally i said "FORGET THIS SHIT", havn't tanned since.
Now I'm on the opposite end of the spectrum, Im so pale I have the hardest time finding foundation that matches my fair skin. Sometimes when I walk from my car into work I wish I had an umbrella cause I don't want any color on my pretty skin. At the same time it is a kill joy I can't go to the beach or pool Im an albino that can only come out when the bats do.
Tan
Ivory
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