'Twas the day before Prom....those of you around last summer, once again, will remember my seafoam green prom dress avatar. Anyway, even though I wasn't planning on tanning or doing makeup or any of that, my entire family INSISITED that, since I'm so pale, I had to get some color. So my aunt hauled me to one of those spray-on tan salons. Needless to say, it came out a little uneven...one side of my arms and legs was tan, the other side still practically glowing white. Not to mention splotches on my neck and arms. I kind of looked like I'd fallen face-first into a vat of bronze paint. So my aunts, being the resourceful and obsessive people they are, went out and bought a ton of self-tanning products, body makeup, and whatever cleaning products they could find that would get the stuff off of me. I stood in my aunt's kitchen, one of them at one arm scrubbing the splotcjes raw with a Magic Eraser while the other tried to evenly apply tanning cream on my other arm. Fortunately, the next day, my mother found a way to fix it so I looked all right with some slightly-colored body lotion, but I had big red scratches on the undersides of my arms and my skin was so dry for weeks that it started cracking. It was awful.
So I will never use a magic eraser again and every time I hear the words I have PTSD flashbacks. *shivers*
"I can't figure out what kind of life this is, comedy or tragedy, I just know it's showbiz. And what if I don't agree with the lines I have to read? They don't pay me enough, the way I see it."
Updated On: 12/24/07 at 04:15 PM
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