African Americans and Sunscreen
I found this interesting article on another blog, CurlyNikki, which lead me to the blog writer’s site, Organic Beauty Vixen. I myself have been sunburned and it is no joke! After a day in the hot Texas sun riding rides at Six Flags San Antonio, I arrived back home in Houston very burnt. When I walked in the door, my father asked me why my face was so red. Now, I am not “light skinned” or “high yellow” at all. I’m not “dark skinned” either. I’m somewhere in the middle, but my face looked like a lobster. I remember thinking while I was there that I should have worn a hat because the sun was going hard on my face.
By the time I arrived at home, my face was feeling a little tight. It felt like how I imaging people who have had face lifts must feel. It felt like my face had been pulled back tight to my ears and hairline. After a couple of days it started to peel and then I just looked nasty.
Needless to say, I learned my lesson. I never allow the sun to just beam on me without some type of protection. After reading this blog post, I will also pay closer attention to the sunscreen that I use.
Here is a snippet of the article. To read more, follow the link below.
I’m going to be completely honest with you. I just started actively wearing sunscreen a little over two years ago. I didn’t think it was a big deal to go out of the house without protection against the sun’s rays. Women in my family always said “black don’t crack”, so I assumed, like many of my brown-skinned OBV’s that I was naturally protected from the sun with the added benefit of always looking at least ten years younger than my actual age.
It wasn’t until I read this article on blacks and skin cancer that I got a rude awakening about the reality of how our “black don’t crack” adage is clearly causing us to danger ourselves with exposure to the sun. So now, because when we know better we do better, I do my best to lather up my sunscreen before greeting the day.