As I sit here and end my vow to no longer go to the tanning booth I contemplate my feelings on idealized beauty. I have not been to the heated filled cancer causing tomb of glory since the end of October 2013. That means for all of November December and January I successfully avoided the tanning salon. Granted I was able to go to Florida … where there were hardly 72 hours of natural sun … I still crave the warmth and feeling the tanning bed provides me . I am by no means addicted as I can clearly refrain from spending my hard earned dollars at this dangerous venue. I can’t help but want to have a golden glow.