We're told not to lie in the sun. Not to look up and meet it's gaze but encouraged to protect our skin from it's searing heat. Yet we continue our worship and with it's bad boy status how can we resist? We baste ourselves in sunscreen hoping it comes through on it's promise only to know the outcome when the damage is already done. The warm glow it transforms you slowly getting deeper each day your out, when your hairline lightens and your freckles they start to join up. Somehow you managed to pull it off, from transparent to tanned over the summer, with only a few minor set backs you're normal again, now doesn't that feel great?