I am a pale girl. I am one of those people who never tan. I burn. No burn then tan… nope – full on burn and maybe a freckle or two. I did my time in tanning beds back in the day, but I in no way wanted to go back. So I thought, why not a spray tan?
I had always thought spray tans were for body builders and pageant girls. I didn’t know how natural it would look on my almost purple looking skin. But I thought I would give it a shot. So I went to Twitter to ask for suggestions. My friend Sean William (aka @BostonMo) suggested Femme Fatale Airbrush Tan. I Tweeted and heard back from the owner, Amy, who told me to come on in and I had nothing to worry about. Her words were “I am super pale and only burn in the sun so this is my only option to not look the a snow globe.” I knew she was my girl.
I arrived for my appointment not knowing fully what to expect. They send a very detailed email to you so you know how to prepare, but what happens when the door closes was a mystery. Dylan met me and brought me into the spray tan room.
She gave me a hair net, some stickers for my feet so the bottoms didn’t get tan, and the smallest paper thong I had ever seen in my life.
I was about to get really naked in front of a stranger. And I was about to be asked to bend in positions I have only been in when I was in a completely different situation if you know what I mean. She left the room and I put on the two inches of paper clothing and told her I was ready.
It is at this point she says “turn around and bend over”. I was feeling so self-conscious. However, we started talking and by the time we were done I didn’t even realize I was naked. In fact, because we started talking about radio, she told me the funniest Ryan Seacrest story. Her mom worked on Amerian Idol so he was a friend. If you ever get Dylan, have her tell you the story. It’s hilarious. Before I knew it she had sprayed every nook and cranny with tanner and I took a look in the mirror. I was freaking glowing. It’s at this point she set a timer, turned on a fan, and said “dry off, turn around, get every part”.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m not much of a naked person. I don’t walk around the house that way, just don’t feel that comfortable. But, for ten minutes it is you, a fan, and a full length mirror. Quite a bit to take in. But the more I dried, the more comfortable I got with myself. I was not expecting this feeling of confidence – a very wonderful side effect. Once the kitty kat timer went “ding” she came back in and covered me in a coating of powder. She used what looked to be a big blush brush and dusted every part of me. It was lovely. I put on my clothes and went out into the world. She suggested returning every week and a half or so. I was also sent home with post-care instructions that included not showering for 8 hours so the tan had time to get into the pores .
One of the things that happens during that 8 hours is that the color deepens. A lot. They tell you about this, but you really aren’t expecting how dark it gets. However, I really started to like it and was a little concerned that I wouldn’t see tan after my shower. WRONG. I was a beautiful nutty-tinted goddess. I have never liked to wear dresses that show off my legs because they are remakably pale. I always felt like you could see every imperfection. But now all I saw was golden deliciousness. I wore a dress the next day that I normally wear leggings under – I left those bitches at home. Guys, I seriously felt a level of confidence I haven’t felt in a long time.
You might say – really – a tan did all that. YES. All day long yes. I just felt a little more comfortable in my skin. I got compliments the next day. And it wasn’t “did you get sun?” it was “you look great today!” or “you look happy today”. It’s a little thing, but it was huge in my spirit.
So, if you are looking for a little boost, go get naked in front of a stranger. Tell em Kennedy sent you!