I have fair skin. I don't tan, I burn.
When I was in grade school I loved to spend my summer days at the community swimming pool. My friends and I would gather there, splashing and swimming about for HOURS. I would come home red.
In high school, once we could drive, we'd head for the beaches north of Chicago and park our towels in the high rent district of Winnetka or Kenilworth. Claim our patch of sand…..slather on the baby oil and BAKE. My friends would be brown as berries - I would be fried.
I would peel off sheets of skin as the burn faded and the outer layer began to flake away. Gross.
But in my defense, I don't think sunscreen had even been invented yet - and yes, at some point I remember buying Coppertone and using that. I still didn't get to be anything near a copper tone - more a shade of lobster.
I'm paying for it now. Trip to the skin doctor yesterday for an all over body check. Nothing that needed to be biopsied - so that's a good thing. But out came her "freezer" stick and zap - burning spot after spot all over my face. (She did ask if I was going to be having any photographs taken in the next few weeks before beginning the treatment.)
So now I'm beginning to look scabbier and scabbier. I'm toning it down a little with some make-up, but I am starting to get second looks as I move around the community.
Maybe I'll say it's measles.
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