Believe it or not, the headline for this story is not clickbait or an exaggeration for dramatic effect. I’ve used self-tanner on a weekly basis since I was in eighth grade (the result of being endlessly teased for how naturally pasty I was). Lacking parental permission to increase my skin cancer odds by going to tanning salons like many of my peers, I always felt like the odd one out, so I became dependent on the drugstore aisle filled with bottles and spray cans of Jergens and L’Oreal Sublime. At the time, I was convinced a fake tan would be better than looking like I had never had a wink of sun exposure, and it was then that my borderline addiction to self-tanning was born—a slightly embarrassing but very real thing I wrote all about here for The/Thirty.
Since becoming a beauty editor, I’ve become more accepting of my … Read the rest