Confessions Of An Ex-Tanner

 It is nearly that time again. That time when we are tempted to slather on some Hawaiian Tropic Tanning Oil [extra dark], grab our favorite book, and plant ourselves on a beach towel.

A couple months back, I met up with a friend at the mall [where else?]. We were perusing as all ladies do, and we strolled past the swim suits. I made a remark about how I wanted to start tanning but wasn’t going to.

“Have you repented?”, she asks.

In my teens and early 20s, I was crazy about having that summer, bronze glow. I’d always refuse to wear sunscreen, always opted for the tanning oil, and always caught some rays every chance I got. I reached the age of 23 and realized I needed to calm down. I didn’t have a skin cancer scare or get the sunburn of a lifetime that scared me out of tanning. [Praise the Lord to both]. You see, nutrition is a secret love of mine. I have a heightened fascination for learning about what happens to our bodies when we consume certain foods, the quality of our food, reading past the marketing of foods, and how to overall maintain a true, healthy lifestyle, etc. In that research, I learned what tanning does to us and how vital sunscreen really is to our bodies.

I’m not going to get all ‘this is what tanning does to you’ on you, because if you tan you’ve more than likely heard the spiel a million times. What I will tell you is to go buy some sunscreen. And what I will ask you is to please don’t refuse to wear it. Love your face and take the plunge. At the very least, buy a moisturizer that has sunscreen in it [most do, these days].

I’m not proposing we all wear turtlenecks on the beach; I live in Southern California and love the sun just as much as anyone else. And as summer approaches, I’ll be going to the beach and getting some sun. The difference is I’ll have some SPF in my bag instead of oil. I’m incredibly thankful I had a friend looking out for me, and I’m incredibly thankful I came to this realization before it was too late.