Beat Babe: Base Tan

Base Tan

My body. My life.

My base tan. My strife.

This skin wraps around my sweet, lost soul, but the best protection it sometimes is not and then I notice that my tits are peeling.

My body. My life.

My base tan. My strife.

Balenciaga ‘12 wants me to be darker. I can no longer hide the bone-white secret that is my flesh.

The seasons change and the self-tanner pours from the bottle. I must be safe. I must love myself.

My body. My life.

My base tan is my wife.

Treat her with respect. Honor her power. She is everything to me. I want to be tan so fucking bad for the love of God, please.

LOVE YOU. MEAN IT.

PS: Please don’t text or sext or expect me to come out of my bedroom for the next six-ten hours. I’ll be sitting completely nude in a corner, listening to the tribal lullaby that is Fiona Apple’s new single.

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  • elise

    Good grief! Get your shrink a shrink!