Fake Tan, never a fan. I work for a conglomerate which endorses this shit year round, but it's not for me. Nor is too much real sun. Hanging my washing on the line and tooling around on my push bike is as much as i expose myself to vit.D. Never have i been so proud to be my happy scrappy self than i was last night. to set the scene; i wear little make up these days, i'm kinda boney. without my beloved GHD straightener, my hair is getting curlier by nature, i have 2 eggs sunny side up residing on my chest, and i'm pasty. oh and i'm still a roughly spoken woman. i fucking love it. dark circles under my eyes, unplucked eyebrows, i drop the c-bomb (rarely), the odd one tiny blemish and i'm human. I once flirted with the idea of a fake rack. actually had an affair for a few months with the idea, but i found some perspective on life, i think it was hiding in the bookshelf where i left my brain. I suppose I have probably written something about this before but it bugs me.
Admittedly, self esteem is not the easiest thing to come by and i don't have a skinful of the stuff but i've gotten to a point where i'm OK with being me. Beyond all that image/comfort bollocks, it's just a fucking hassle. who is supposed to tan your back? how is one supposed to get ones legs EVENLY orange?! And further more, whats with tanning the face? learn to do your make up properly and buy a powder bronzer... not only have companies done serious study into the effects of the ingredients of such skin stains but it looks creepy. The other hassle is weather. In these times of ecological change, humidity is rising and rain is falling from the sky when you least expect it to. If you're rubbing your face in something beyond Olay, that shits gonna streak like gerkins on a mcDonalds window when you're stoned... GO! GO !GO! it's the whole scene man, the acrylic nails, the super flat hair, the bad 16yr old style eyeliner,.... keep it, all you katie price-wannabes. now that's AMBITION! grosssssss
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