Life without stitches is so liberating.
Without the stitches, I’m much more flexible and limber. I’m bendy like a twisty bobcat pretzel.
I want to do the chicken dance all day just because I can finally flap my wings without it hurting.
And here’s the part where I ask you all to help me spread the word in raising skin cancer awareness. So no one’s twisty bobcat pretzel is encumbered and so no one has these icky scars.
Hit that button. Spread awareness.
It makes me so, so happy each time I hear of anyone going to see their dermatologist because of my case of skin cancer. Now, what I really want is for everyone to spread the message to get more and more people vowing to never step foot in a tanning bed again.
If you didn’t get the message before, it’s the tanning bed that is the absolute worst for your skin. Although our ozone is depleted and the sun is harmful, the tanning bed is much harsher on our skin cells.
Remember, I rarely went tanning. I always wear sunscreen. My malignant spots were tiny little freckles, not big, scary-looking moles, and these big scars are what I’m left with. Even though I have these, I’m a lucky cancer-free girl because my cancer was caught before it could spread anywhere.
I want to prevent everyone else from getting melanoma, too.
Please, please share this message and that (although kinda gross, sorryboutit) picture. Can you tell I’m going for the freakout factor here?
Way too many girls (especially the ones I see walking around the school where I work) go tanning on a regular basis today and sport the “it won’t happen to me” mindset. Maybe if we litter Pinterest and Facebook with melanoma information along with photos of my gross scars, we can get people realizing how serious the risks are, getting them out of the tanning salons.
Spray tans work, guys. Use the build-a-tan lotions. Grab some bronzer. No more tanning beds.
Thank you in advance to anyone who is helping me spread this important message.