About once every two years, I decide it might be a good idea to go tanning. Don’t worry. I don’t want to look like Snooki or anything. It’s just that sometimes it helps clear up my zits.
Yes, I still have zits, and it is TOTALLY unfair. I started getting them when I was 12 or 13, and my mom told me they would probably clear up when I turned 16, because that’s when her’s went away. I am 34 now and I still have them, only now I am getting wrinkles and age spots, too. If anyone can recommend a single product that conquers zits, wrinkles, and age spots at the same time, I am all ears, because I am a little bit scared of the chemical reaction that would come with me using three separate products simultaneously on my face for these problems.
Anyway, I usually choose a 12-minute stand-up bed. Since I would be burnt to a crisp if I actually stayed in for 12 minutes, I ask them to only set it for eight. Sometimes I am still a bit crispy at eight minutes, but if I’m doing it, I want SOME results, right?
They have these little stickers that can be placed somewhere inconspicuous so I could see how dark and lovely my skin was after the session. Yeah, glad I did that so that I could see the awesomeness that is my stomach after eight minutes this weekend. (This is only a tiny portion of my stomach, because I fear my readers would be afraid to visit this blog again if I posted a picture of my whole stomach in all of its stretch-marked glory.)
My left side is even crispier. Apparently they had just changed those bulbs. As I said, awesomeness.
And? I still have pimples on my chin.