5 Sun Protection Lessons From a Self-Confessed Heliophobe
glamour.comworshipping the sun and working on my tan; a stark contrast to my present-day passion for sun protection.“You look healthy with some color” was a message that constantly reverberated through my psyche, urged on by friends, family, and images in the media.
There was no sun protection, but there was baby oil and sunburn; oh, so much sunburn. But I kept at it, because the sun seduced me with the promise of a “healthy tan.”Fast forward a few decades, and when the sun comes out, I run away for fear of bursting into flames (figuratively speaking).
I am a self-diagnosed heliophobe. You won’t catch me in the sun without an obnoxiously large hat, giant sunglasses, , and at least four different .
I don’t hate the sun, per se—in fact, I like it, as long as I can admire it from a shady area. I have an objectively healthy fear of sun damage, sunburns, and suntans from UV radiation, which are all one and the same.What changed for me was that in my 30s, I found a spot on my left arm, which my dermatologist explained had some precancerous markers.
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