Contrary to popular belief, growing up with a complexion identical to that of a piece of chalk has its perks, moreover, being blonde also helps with the situation, I will admit. On that note, I can proudly say I have never draped myself across the rays of a single tanning bed in the span of my soon to be 21 years in existance.
What does complexion have anything to do within the fashion realm? A great deal. Millions of consumers buy into tanning salons, self tanner, and tanning oils in order to make themselves more appealing. It's been warped into every single person's mind across our country that tan is the sole complexion to be found attractive in addition to stylish. A vast amount of people believe being a fashionista means being tan, unfortunately. After gawking at various sorority girls roaming campus resembling a fruit, I feel the need to point out that orange is a color, not a skin tone. Apparently, you can never be too tan. At one point in time I loathed my pale skin, but now it's quite the opposite. I embrace my milky white complexion.
Style icons like Gwen Stefani have shown that being pale is trendy.
The pop princess and fashion queen, Lady Gaga rarely ever appears above moderately fair when unveiling herself.
In fact, more and more stars and fashion icons are baring their most treasured asset pale as can be.
I will candidly state that I have had the urges to bust through the doors at any tanning salon and become a nicely toasted version of myself thinking that in some way I may transform into Eva Mendes upon exiting. Thankfully I resisted those urges due to the dangers of skin cancer as well as increasing the speed I aquire wrinkles. Besides, I'm sure miss sex kitten, Eva, wouldn't appreciate being duplicated. Although I do spend roughly two weeks out of the year basking on a beach baking myself to what I call tan, indulging in the summer sun. I then brave the fall and winter knowing I will be unable to adorn myself in pastels or nudes due to the fact that I will look like a pathetic version of a water color painting. On the other hand, I am being true to myself and embracing my indivduality.Something which is far better than having some ricko suave buy me a drink only for him later to forget my name because I happen to look like every other overly tanned girl, scantily clad in a mini skirt and low cut halter puchased at body central. For those who are naturally tan, embrace the skin you've been given, because I certainly have. For those who I will refer to as "fake bakers" keep on bakin' for the lone reason that when I'm 40 and wrinkle free I'll appreciate it when I gawk at your leather hide you call skin.
Stay tuned.
