Lately I’ve been told by multiple third parties that I need to get some sun while the sun (the second party I suppose) doesn’t seem to mind my neglect. He seems more interested in using his powers for more important duties such as fusing hydrogen into helium in order to heat the solar system. Toasting my fair-skinned body is not high on his list of priorities.
In middle school and the beginnings of high school I had been obsessed with sunbathing. It was a sort of competition with my friends to see who could have the most golden-brown skin. Sometimes this was achieved not without becoming red first. All in all, it really wasn’t a comfortable process and the tan lines were horrendous. I’m not sure how you feel about it, but looking in the mirror at breasts white as headlights does not make me feel very good about myself.
And so, I have become a sunscreen fiend.
As you can see in my photos, I do go outside (quite a lot). I am not a depraved hermit. I love the feel of the sun’s warm embrace. And there is plenty of vitamin D keeping me from a world of depression.
The sun isn’t evil. Sun-kissed skin can be very pretty. But sunburns (and the wrinkles and melanoma that await in the future) aren’t friendly.
Winter is coming, ladies and gentlemen. It always comes. And by that time, we’ll all be pale together anyway.
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