Like any girl, I want to have pretty skin. I try to avoid the sun as much as possible, because over the years it was doing damage, that wasn't readily apparent while it was happening. Only years later, did I start noticing the development of brown spots, and other discolorations. Those discolorations became even more noticeable, to me at least, when I started to remove my body hair, and especially the hair on my arms. When I look at my arms now, and compare them with memories of what they looked like thirty years ago, I want to cry. So I found it especially uplifting when I went to my mother's for dinner yesterday, and while commenting on my lack of a tan, she said, "Even your arms are white. I wish I had nice arms like yours. Mine look terrible."
Like all things, beauty is relative. Here I thought my skin was getting old and decrepit looking, but to my poor wrinkled 88 year old mother, I have skin to be envied. Envied! I'm such lucky girl! ;)