Regrets of early summer: Fried skin
June 22nd, 2009 by lianna
What did I do this weekend? I burnt my skin to a crisp.
I was a bit cocky. The combination of growing up in the high altitude of the Canadian Rockies and having a naturally dark skin color, makes me think sometimes that I’m immune to the damaging effects of the sun. So on Saturday morning, after slathering on a single layer of SPF 20, I laid out by the pool and proceeded to read 200 pages of a great American classic, The Moonflower Vine by Jetta Carleson. It was a wonderful, engrossing book (you really should read it). And by engrossing I mean I did not move for about four hours, except to jump into the pool for a quick dip every 30 minutes.
I started getting a few stares — I just assumed that I just looked extra good in my bathing suit that day. Seriously! Not for a second did I think to myself ‘maybe my skin is turning a strange, crispy shape of crimson.’ I felt great — the sun on my skin, bottles of cool water at my side. Not a worry in the world.
When I finally went back inside, I was greeted with a look of horror from my housemate. His eyes widened to big blue Os and asked me if I wore sunscreen.
“Of course!” I hollered, as I skipped off to the bathroom to shower and admire my newly tanned skin.
I looked in the mirror to see myself a nice, shiny shade of tomatillo. Habanero salsa. My eyes and the few millimeters of skin underneath stood out like little white moons.
After a whole Sunday of slathering on tea-tree oil and aloe vera, I’ve toned down to an awkward, muddy-red color that I hope peels/wears off before I leave for vacation in two days.
I’ve made an appointment to see a dermatologist to make up for this foolish day of sun-bathing. I also bought a can of SPF 60 spray to tote along with me on vacation. This happens about once a year — I burn, and then vow never to lay in the sun again. But then the next summer comes around, and there I sprawl, open to the mercy of the sun.
What are your sun-bathing horror stories? And why are Americans so obsessed with achieving that perfect bronze in the summer?
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June 29th, 2009 at 4:19 am
Oh my, I hope your skin is fine now. I am wondering why do Caucasians wants a tan skin, while Asians wants white skin? Very ironic, but true.
June 29th, 2009 at 10:10 am
Actually the funny thing is, I’m Asian and I’ve always had tanned skin, but when I was younger I always wanted whiter skin! Probably a cultural influence. In China and most Asian countries, darker skin = lower class status because those with skin colored by the sun were the ones working the rice fields and outdoor labor, while the fair-skinned, “whiter” Asians were higher class. That’s probably why.