Self-love. It’s summer and I’m not tanned. There is no perimeter of tanned skin on my body. Not that I love being white. I love sun-kissed skins. But mine is white. And if it is true that this year I haven’t gone a lot to the beach yet, it is also true that even if I was soaking up the sun for 10 hours, I would never get my face tanned. And, you may think, how do I know this? Because I’ve tried it out when I was a teenage girl who was a bit inconsequential and wanted to be tanned. The brown skin was fashionable and I wanted it, too. So, after auto-tanning, tanning oils and lots of suns, my skin turned orange. On my body. Because on my face I was only lightly golden. And at the time I was happy that way. But today? Well, maybe today it would be different. (...)