My Name is Megan and I Had a Tanning Disaster

Once upon a time, a terrible, terrible thing happened to me. It left me ashamed and scarred, unable to face my friends and family. I was 60 shades darker on the skin spectrum, and smelled vaguely of burned biscuits and coconut. Yes… I had a tanning disaster. It all started during the December of 2015. A perilously pale Megan decided to fast-track her way to bronziness by lathering up with some Caribbean Tan tanning mousse (shade A, of course). I had been inside for most of November (exams) and really needed to be able to swim without blinding the others in the pool. A watched a Youtube tutorial or two,…