Summer is fucking awesome for so many reasons. If you live on the right coast, summer means sundresses, iced coffee, getting off work early on Fridays, the beach, clambakes, road trips, sunglasses, amazing summer jams like "Umbrella", dance parties, barbecues, potlucks and the like. How great are all of those things? Totally amazing. Wondrous.
Summer also means being gloriously TAN. Tanning is one of those things that is so bad for you but the end result is sooooo good, like eating cupcakes for dinner standing over the sink wearing no pants because your roommate isn't home and you're too lazy to cook. There is a fine line between between trash and class here and this debate is one that could rage endlessly for centuries.
There's a limit to what looks good.
If you're a skinny thing with too much eyeliner and an affinity for un-ironic neon and platform sandals then you reserve every right to be the color of a leather handbag. This is your milieu. Embrace it. Own it. The trashiness inherent in this kind of tan is such that it surpasses trash and comes right back to being acceptable. To be blissfully unaware is a trait that few possess so wear it proudly.
Just don't let this shit happen. This is what those girls grow up to be.
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