Bronzed = Beautiful

A fab tan is what every girl wants... it makes you look and feel slimmer, it gives you a healthy glow and it makes you feel sexy..... But what would you risk for it ????

I use tanning products all the time, I put tan on like it’s an essential item of clothing, I can tell you all different makes of tan, the top three, packaging, prices and even what each product smells like ! Obsessed ? yeah maybe. So when I heard of a product that gives your body extra melanin to increase tanning I jumped at the chance, even if I was a little wary of the thought of injecting my body.

I went onto a website which made the product look amazing and it seemed like such a good idea, it offered next day delivery and for around seventy pounds you can buy around three or more month’s worth. Fantastic I thought ! I was thrilled when it was delivered.... imagining this amazing tan within a few days and being the envy of everyone... I was excited to hear the sentence “wow you’re tan is amazing, looks like you’ve been on holiday”

As I focused I could just make out her face, and her voice was warm but stern.  I was hyperventilating and couldn’t control my body. Dressed in jeans and a hoody I probably resembled a drug addict needing his or her next fix. Tears were streaming down my face as my body went into spasm, I just couldn’t control my muscles. My cheeks rubbed against the carpet and I remember feeling petrified. The ambulance staff helped me into the ambulance and took me to the local A & E.  There I waited for hours in agony hoping the doctor was going to call my name and make everything feel better...As the clock in the waiting room ticked by the twitches and pain eventually subsided  and finally my name was called. Instead of the care and sympathy I felt I needed and maybe an answer or cure I was looked over and sent home with quite a strong warning and a bit of a slapped wrist.

Just an hour before I was looking in the mirror fixing my eye lashes and hair, I had taken two seconds to inject myself and hurried down the stairs to leave for work. I gave myself one last check over in the mirror, pleased with my fresh face and from there my night ended up in disaster....

I’m not sure what felt worse.... the embarrassment as I explained to the doctors what I had done to myself, buying and injecting products from the internet for something so trivial like a tan or the pain I felt shooting through the whole of my body.