My Slight Love of Tan Lines

Okay, it's probably because I grew up on the beach.  Every day, all day.  My summers were spent on the beach.  And if I wasn't there, I was at my best friend since birth's house swimming in her pool, all day, or swimming laps at swim team practice and meets.  So when I say I was a tan kid, I don't mean, has a little bit of a tan.  I mean, my skin was a good 8 shades darker by the end of the summer - which contrasted nicely with my so blonde it was white hair.

Anyway, to the point.  I have a slight love of tan lines.  There's nothing I love more than coming home from the beach, taking a shower (the smell of beach in the shower is a WHOLE OTHER slight love post), and seeing a good set of tan lines from that day.  I know, the sun in gracious amounts is awful for your skin, and raises the chances of skin cancer like a 234934.234234%.  I struggle with this all the time.  I don't want premature wrinkles, or skin cancer.  I've already had 8 moles removed on my back from too much sun to test for skin cancer.  Yet still, there's nothing like a good tan. (BTW - I don't mean Snookie orange, I mean a real beach tan.)

That being said.  Kids, wear your sunscreen.
Now, off to let the world admire my lovely shorty wetsuit and Teva sandal tan lines from work today.