SPF 100 Anyone?

So in the next few days, we are going to hit at least 80 degrees here in SoCal. The recent rains have made us into some of the most pathetic and melodramatic whiners in the country. Not to dismiss things lightly, there were some unfortunate losses of life and property with the rains, but most of the time it was just water falling from the sky. We just are not used to that here.

Which leads me to the fact that I think I will probably be forced to wear shorts for the first time in at least 6 months.

I will have to show my pasty legs in public, and it won't be a pretty sight.

Actually, I do not have the legs of Snow White. My complexion is a little bit olive from my Italian side, and I tan like no tomorrow. Except, I don't tan anymore. And it feels weird.

I grew up here, worshipping the sun. My best friend in high school and I used to lay out at the beach applying only baby oil to our skin. Sunscreen was scoffed at, something only used by people visiting from Indiana. My tanned skin made my blue eyes bluer and my blonde hair blonder, which of course is the whole point.

But about 8 years ago, after hearing about all the damaging effects of the sun, I swore to never tan again. And I have pretty much stuck to it. Gaining weight added to the ease of this promise, as my forays into bathing suits became fewer and farther between. I still am not that great about applying sunscreen to myself, but I use it religiously with Mr. Personality.

I miss my bronzed skin. I can't help it. I cluck with disappointment as I put on shorts, my legs just don't look right. I have never liked bottled tans, and have never thought that tanning beds were much safer than actual sun. So, anyone that sees me this weekend, take pity on a reformed tanner. It wouldn't hurt to keep your sunglasses on, either. The glare could be a little much.

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Cuppa said…
I used to broil myself on the beach too. Lots of baby oil and turn every 15 minutes right? Goodness what we did to our skin when we were young.

A good tan just looks so much nicer than this pale pasty look I have at the end of March. With a tan I feel taller and thinner somehow. How does that work anyway?

Sigh, I have the SPF 60 ready for my face this summer, and will slather SPF 30 on my arms and legs and walk around in all my pasty glory for the first few weeks of the season. Yuck! In spite of the sunscreen I do tan up a bit and look healthier by the end of the summer. Just can't help it when we are out on the bikes so much.

A tan looks great and I do tan easily and hardly ever burn, but it just isn't worth it. I have some sun damage spots on my face that are heading towards the pre-cancerous stage, so sunscreen and sunhats it is for me.

I have a funny story about self-tanners that I must post on my blog. Stay tuned for that one. It is a hoot.
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