While others catch the rays on the beach, I catch the shadow. Any shadow is my friend: from a hat with a brim to a conveniently parked bus. I have sunscreen 50+, and this is not about age restrictions, but about the degree of protection. Sometimes it seems to me that my creams could protect even the moon from tanning.
You will say: “But a tan is beautiful, it’s health!” Perhaps. But on me, a tan looks like a Photoshop error – spots, redness, and some kind of eternally unhappy skin. And then another week of peeling - thanks, but no thanks.
Being a "solid blonde" is not about hair color, it's about style. About choosing light: in clothes, in mood, in humor. This is my way of being myself - a little bit of an ice queen, a little bit of a glamorous witch who knows that what's in fashion is not a bronze skin tone, but self-confidence.
So the next time you see me in the cool shade, with lemonade and huge glasses, know this: I'm not hiding - I'm shining. Just... not with sunlight. But with my own.