Ah, the self tan. It’s a love/ hate relationship, most of my high school years watching everyone around me tan ~naturally~ so easily, while I was out getting burnt to a good crisp after approximately two hours of sun. So unfair, I’d think, and so I’d turn to my new BFF, the ‘fake n bake’ as it was affectionately called. But you see, the relationship didn’t really work it. It was messy, streaky, and a certain shade of orange I had previously only seen on Ross Geller when he counted in Mississippi’s during a spray tan.