The sun. It’s a giant ball of burning gas that just happens to make life possible. We need it to survive and to keep an aesthetically pleasing sheen to our skin. Yet, some are cursed by the sun. The sun, in all it’s tempting comfort, actually causes pain – and not pain from a sunburn.
I speak foremost about myself. I haven’t got one of those diseases where I can’t be in the sun at all (that’s a whole different definition of suck-i-ness!), but I definitely can’t stay in the sun for very long. According to a search on the internet I have what is called polymorphous light eruption. First off, that is a sweet name. Bonus points to whoever named it. Second, it’s actually pretty common. There’s a huge group of people who go into the sun with high expectations and exit with rashes. Seriously, you sit in the sun to make your skin prettier, not gross.
These are rashes not sunburns: tiny, raised bumps all over the hands and chest. And, like most rashes, they sun itch like crazy. And itching only makes them worse. I have enough self control to stop myself from itching most of the time but I’ve seen pictures of people who can’t. Eventually, they make themselves bleed or the skin gets hard…gross, gross, gross!
I was complaining to my boss about my sun allergy and she said she also has an allergy: she sneezes. Literally every time she walks into the sun she goes into sneezing fits. Luckily, we live in the Pacific Northwest so we don’t have to worry about the sun all too often. But still, I need my vitamin D like everyone else, but I have to go through a little more pain to get it.
In sum, screw you sun. I appreciate that you gave me life and everything but I’m a super vain person, I want my nice skin back.