When I was a teenager, I had friends who would go to tanning beds religiously, and they were bronzed goddesses. I was so jealous! My mom wouldn’t let me go because she knew how dangerous they were. As a teen who was firmly entrenched in “I am invincible” mode, I didn’t care. I was embarrassed by my super pale skin. I mean, I wasn’t just white, I was pink—think Piglet…
