I have to be honest; I was very much like Kristin over this topic. I wracked my brain over the last week trying to figure out what I was going to discuss. Panic slowly crept in as my day came closer and closer and no idea would spark. Then this morning, when I opened my eyes, it hit me.
I’m also not much for guilt, unless I’ve done something BAD, and then I can be riddled with it. So it’s very hard for me to combine the two words guilt and pleasure. However, I do have something I do that I know is bad for me and my husband disapproves of, but I do it anyways.
I love the tanning bed.
There I said it. I am a tanning bed freak. I love to have all my flaws (and I have LOTS!) hidden behind dark skin. Ladies, you know what I am talking about. We all have those pesky marks somewhere on our body that blaze “Look at me!” on our pasty white skin, but once we get that slightest color it fades. It helps make me feel better about wearing those dang sleeveless shirts and moving from pants to shorts in the summer. Here in the south, the less clothes you wear the better.
The camouflage isn’t the only reason I tan. I love how I can wear less makeup. I go from foundation and all the works in the winter to a little eyeliner and mascara. Heck yeah!
AND it is the one time that is mine. LOL. Lying in that bed, the glowing blue lights around me, my little glasses perched on my eyes is peaceful time. No kids screaming, no chaotic household, nothing. Just me and whatever music is playing.
I know tanning is bad for me. I do. I swear. But it is something I do because it makes me feel good in my confidence and my appearance.
So do any of you know something is bad for you, but do it anyway?