I am naturally fair skinned. In my teen and early college years, I used to haul myself over to the tanning bed for a "base tan." (read: burn) On the beach, I'd slather my arms and legs with low doses of suntan oil, and oh, would I feel the burn later. Eventually, the red would turn a nice brown, but it took lots of dedicated hours poolside with my sister, who can tan by glancing at the sun on a semi-cloudy day.
A couple of years ago, I could see that my body was perhaps offering me a warning for all the times I forgot to apply sunscreen. What started out as a mole on my back showed some funny discoloration. My OB/GYN said she thought I should have it looked at, but then I had two kids and sort of forgot about it.
My appointment with the dermatologist isn't until July, so I've had some time to think about this tanning thing. I found an interesting short article entitled "Embrace the Pale!" that made my mind up about this pale body attempting a tan.
Come to think about, I really really don't want to look like my great-aunt Vera in thirty years. Aunt Vera was an avid sunbather in the 40s and 50s. She now looks like the leather Aigners that I wore for too many seasons.
You know, pale can be beautiful:
Of course, I can always change my mind and look like this when I'm 60:
I think I'll just embrace the albino within....