Tan, tan and tan. Word of the day. Actually, word of the season. That's all I can think of right now! I wish I could just flip my fingers and my skin would magically get a chocolate shade. I'm dreaming, I know...When I was little I used to get tanned so easily, whereas now I feel like any attempt to expose myself to the sun is worthless. I remember going to the seaside with my parents and enjoying the salted water so much that laying on the beach was seen as a punishment. I don't know what the heck happened, 'cause now I spend hours in the sun for a darker shade of skin and I'm still as white as a snowflake. Or at least that's how I feel.

I think everyone looks better with darker skin. The contrast obtained by mixing light-colored clothes with the tan is refreshing to look at. To be honest I kinda envy those people who are born with an olive skin and complain about it all the time. I guess we always want what we don't have.

Still, if I were to choose between artificial tanning and staying white, I'd go for the last one. Call me old-fashioned, but I prefer REAL things over fake ones, and going to the solarium feels like cheating to me. I mean I get it if you want to look tanned during the winter, but now? Why would somebody choose to stay locked in a box instead of lying on a sunbed in breezy air, next to a chilly pool and a bunch of awesome friends to hang out with? I'm never gonna get this.