I thank my Mexican side for allowing me to tan well. Plus, I was born and raised in a hot ass desert.
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I thank my Mexican side for allowing me to tan well. Plus, I was born and raised in a hot ass desert.
My face burns like whoa. I have a red spot on my nose ATM, and I really hope it isn't skin cancer because my aunt had the same thing happen to her and had to have it removed ><
I think I'll get some spray on tan and turn orange <3
The sun makes me burn so bad xD
I don't burn. I tan awesomely. Unless I get far too much sun. Then I burn and blister and :(.
I have an all-year round tan. It's a healthy-looking color. :heart:
I don't tan and I rarely burn. Also I live in Scotland we don't have a sun, just rain and clouds. :p
My dad's "North Italian" and I can tan alright. I do have to be careful though - it needs to be exactly the right amount of sunnage or else I burn. It's quite funny actually, sometimes I tan and sometimes I burn. Give it another try Ryechu, be a little more careful next time.Quote:
Originally Posted by Rye
Hahaha. xD Yeah, we're very north Italian. I used to be able to tan well, and my Dad can, but I'm just so pale from being inside so much that there's no hope for me now.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pureghetto
I'm like my dad in that although I have pale skin, I tan very well, though one time when I was walking back from the bus stop (I got off the bus several stops early and thought I'd walk the short cut home because it was such a nice day) I got sunburn on the back of my neck, through walking down a straight road with my back to the sun.
Back in the early Sixties when the United Kingdom was terribly racist, my dad, having come back from duty in Hong Kong, quite tanned, tried to get into a hotel bar with an Anglo-Indian friend. My dad was refused entry because of the colour of his skin, yet he's from Perth, Scotland! :eek: The most ironic thing was, the management was prepared to let his friend in. Of course, they didn't go into the establishment on principle. Sad, but true.