Tanning

The good the bad and the orange

by Rebecca

Becks here, emerging blinking into the daylight with the skin tone of a Victorian invalid. It’s officially that time of year when bodies are reappearing in the wild, and mine - pale, freckled, defiant - has the eerie glow of a chicken that’s just come out the fridge. The sun doesn’t bronze me, it simply highlights how white I already am.

I und…