**No, this isn’t sponsored. I am just really bad at fake tan. You’re welcome.**
When it comes to my relationship with fake tan, I would go as far to say it’s both friend and foe.
Friend, well, for obvious reasons (life is better, people can’t see through my transparent skin etc) but also foe because, ah, I’m not so good at it.
More often than not I’ll get bored after applying it, throwing my clothes back on without so much thought about the streaks that inevitably appear because of my callousness.
And then, of course, I have the streaks, and hate the streaks, but continue to be as lazy as always when applying fake tan and continue to end up with streaks.