Currently listening to: NO – Meghan Trainor Thank you in advance, I don’t wanna dance (nope)I don’t need your hands all over me (no, no)If I want a man, then I’ma get a manBut it’s never my priority (hey)I was in my zone, before you came alongDon’t want you to take this personalBlah, blah, blahI be like nah to the ah to the, no, no, no
What is troubling you the most at this moment?
Prompt snagged from: TCMC Right now, the thing troubling me the most is the fact that my body feels like it’s on fire. Every movement is a reminder of how sunburnt I am—putting on my backpack? Agony. Wearing clothes? Pure torture.
My skin is peeling like a snake shedding its old self, and while I’m hoping it all fades into a nice, some what even tan, right now I just feel like a crispy overcooked pork belly. I’ve been slathering on creams and aloe like my life depends on it, but honestly, can I just walk around naked until this all heals? Every single fabric, no matter how soft, feels like sandpaper against my skin—itchy and painful all at once.
Since I wore three different bathing suits, I had three different tan lines. It’s not the vibe. Ugh.
Thankfully, my hat and sunglasses saved my face, but the rest of my body? Absolutely betrayed. The sun really did me dirty this time.
What I really don’t get is how I used to tan so effortlessly when I was younger. Whenever I was outside for hours, my skin would just soak it up beautifully. Now? Give me ten minutes, and I’m out here looking like a burnt rotisserie chicken. It’s like the sun hates my little guts. Le sigh. And, side note—yes, my hair is naturally wavy.
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