I make a lot of jokes about the weather/ great outdoors trying to murder me. Not a quick death, certainly, as I have made it this far. But it’s out to get me nonetheless.
Biting bugs find me especially tasty, and I in return have an impressive reaction to the bites in the form of raised, itchy welts. Sunshine is not my friend. After putting on sunscreen, I go outside anyway, and try not to stay in direct sun for too long. Even then, I burn anyway.
In a prime example of the inequality of life, bugs don’t like my mom nearly so much, and she actually tans. (Not a deep tan, she uses sunscreen like a responsible person. But instead of burning and peeling, she browns.)
Throughout the winter, I’m a bleached-paper white, nearly glowing when the sun bounces off my skin. Over the summer, if I avoid burning, I gradually reach a point like a half-way baked bread–not a warm golden brown, but a pale golden tint. The picture below is my ‘tan,’ and my mom’s. (You can tell who’s who, right?)
Some days, I look down at my arm or legs, especially when Spring warms and I switch from pants/long sleeves to shorts/short sleeves… and I think, ‘wow, was I always this pale?’
The answer is yes. Yes, I am. And we’re heading into Fall this month, so I won’t be baking much longer.
Are you looking forward to the end of Summer? Or ready to enjoy these last weeks?