I am pale. Like, really pale. It hasn’t always been this way though… junior year of high school I was obsessed with the tanning bed and sported a tan year-round, but after a close friend’s mom developed cancer I was scared straight and haven’t stepped foot in a tanning salon since. The last time I think I’d even really consider myself a healthy tan-ish would be the summer I lived in NYC. We walked everywhere and spent as much time as possible outside and by the end of summer I was a solid bronze. Since then it’s been a series of brutal sunburns that fade and peel – like the time Tara came to visit me in Louisville for my birthday and we laid out for about five hours despite my numerous warnings and pleas with her to go inside so that I wouldn’t be a tomato on my 22^nd birthday. Continue reading →