Therapy

Tanning is therapy. That's what I always say. And I always forget just how therapeutic it is, until I'm laying in that tanning bed, feeling my stressors melt away (that "melting" feeling could be quite literal with the horribly dangerous rays frying me into a sweaty pool, but you know...whatever). In 10 years, I have no doubt that i'll want to come back to my 24 year old self and punch her in the face, because that'd be a whole heck of a lot better than the agey, sunspoty, wrinkly wreck that I will be. I bet that I will give anything to be able to come back, and yank myself out of that tanning bed...but right now? I don't care.

I don't know what it is, but something about tanning...mmmm. I never feel as relaxed as I do when i'm in a tanning bed. Ever. I would submit to you that my body is quite literally incapable of relaxing, unless i'm in that bed. I'm really a two dollar hooker when it comes to tanning. I'll do it anywhere. And now, more than ever, I'm convinced that it is directly related to my life source (or at least my vanity's life source, but again, whatever). I had 3 ugly aaannnngry, very bright RED pimples just taunting me whenever I would look in a mirror(And yes, I know...only 3? Oh you poor, poor baby, life is so hard...and so on.) But I went tanning once last week. Once! And they are gone. Gone, I say! You can't buy that kind of acne treatment (or, you totally can...because clearly I did by paying to go tanning, but shhh! my point!). My face stays soo much clearer when i'm going tanning. And like I said before, I knooowww tanning won't be "helping" my skin for much longer. But oh, I do love it. I was so absolutely insecure about those blasted pimples, and now they are gone. If tanning were human, Dorian might have himself a little competition...because Baby? I'm in love.