Skin-Sun

I've tried to be sun conscious for a long while now, knowing I have family history of skin cancer stuff, and that I'm very pale skinned and prone to burning. 

So the other week, C-Dawg asked if I'd like to go for a little walk and so I put on my sunscreen, threw on a "cover" shirt (extra sun protection), a hat, sunglasses, you get the gist.

And I still was the tiniest bit pink on my chest and face when I got home.  Despite a not very long walk, and sunscreen, and a hat... but I tried!

The bummer is that I love how I look with sun kissed or tanned skin.  And people always comment on how "good" I look when I have colour in my face.  And I used to love being in the sun and playing in the sun and all the rest of it.  I used to wet down my hair to let it lighten up over the Summer.  (I was blonde when I was a little kid...so it can lighten fairly easily.) Now it's pretty much under a hat.

There's a line on my arm where my watch sits that tells me I have gotten sun this year despite trying not to, which I suppose is a reminder that even sun protection is imperfect.

I've gone to get skin checks a few times now and so far the things I worry about they're not, so that's good, but if you are a sun lover, say hi to it for me, eh?  I miss the days when we didn't really know any better... (and the sun certainly felt gentler back then.)