It’s not easy being a freckle-faced, pale-skinned girl in Southern California. Summers here are brutal for us!
Sure, my childhood summer memories are of all the fun attractions here in Cali–the beach, amusement parks, camping, poolside parties—peppered with the painful aftermath of being as a crispy as a forgotten hot dog on the grill.
I so wanted to be one of those girls! The ones who could lay out at the beach for hours turning a enviable golden bronze, rather than a blistered red.
Finally, as I got towards the end of high school, it hit me:
I was never going to tan.