Taneroxia

I tanned in a tanning bed or fake baking as I loved to call it since I was 16 years old. I loved to tan. I loved the way and I looked and certainly loved the way I felt after being in the booth or bed. I wish I could explain the high I felt. Almost like endorphins after exercising. I had to be tan, that was it. Tanning was an escape or release. Release of what, I have no idea... The bottom line is I wanted to be something I was not. I'm not going to get into my past, just yet because right now I want to focus on my future. As I continue to right thoughts down and blog about them, I will open up more. For now, I want to leave you with this scripture reference that I wish I had all of those many years ago"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well." Psalms 139: 13,14.