Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The Price Of Paradise

I am so freaked out about becoming "leathery" while we live here (this fear also includes skin cancer; a fear which has been exacerbated by this season Greys Anatomy storyline of Izzy getting the cancer). For the first, oh say, 6 months we were here I loved going outside and soaking up the rays with my SPF 25 (slathered on only on beach days) - then I got a terrible sun burn where I couldn't lift my arms and I blistered. I have since dubbed myself the sunscreen Nazi. I'm always harping at my guests to reapply their sunscreen, that they don't realize how strong the sun is, especially when the trade winds are blowing. And most of them don't listen, and most of them end up crispy, and then so they don't ruin their beach vacation they go back to the beach and get crispier. Yes, I was that girl too (what else can you do when you're unemployed in Hawaii besides go to the beach?) until I realized if I didn't stop it I'd end up looking like Leatherface (whose picture I wish I hadn't just googled because now I'm kinda freaked out).

I work with a few other Caucasian folks that have lived here for years and years and unfortunately, most of them have fared to well in the fight against aging, on the other hand, I work with one lady who was born in OK and her skin looks great! (I should find out her secret). I just don't want to have come here at 24 and then leave in 5 years only to look like I'm 44. So now I don't even go out of the house without SPF 30 lotion on and SPF 40 moisturizer on my face (and SPF 15 in my makeup and my chap stick). And I'm starting to wonder if 25 is too young to start anti-wrinkle cream.

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