Pale and Interesting

I have not had a suntan in over a decade. If memory serves me correctly I tanned rather well, but I didn’t enjoy baking in the rays. I tried the solarium  a couple of times and I hated it – it felt like a coffin on the sun. It became clear that exposure to sunlight, real or manufactured, wasn’t for me. Every summer I smeared fake tan all over my body and my face. When I did it myself I looked grubby and orange. I’m also not a keen on the biscuit smell associated with home tans. I had a few spray tans in a salon. The result was better, but I found it inconvenient, costly and sticky. I heard of a home tan service where a beautician rocks up at your house, pitches a tent and sprays your […]

Ice age

The last time I had a tan was over ten years ago. I was not going to expose my skin to damaging UV rays so I did my best to fake it. I never got the hang of tan out of a bottle; whether I applied it myself or went to a professional, the results were the same. I had more orange stripes that a tiger and eventually the streaks flaked and resembled some unfortunate skin disease. I decided to give up on the pursuit of a sunkissed glow and accept my spectral pallor.  However, it’s only when I saw these pictures that I realised quite how white my sun starved skin has become. Not that it bothers me, I’ve embraced my ghost complexion. As women, we’re always striving to change ourselves – where it be […]