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Fake tanning has come a long way, even since my high school days. These days, I go to an organic spray-tan studio in Atlanta, where I strip down to my skivvies for a quick all-over application by a trained tanning professional a few times a month during the spring and summer. There are really only two people who see me completely nude on the regular: my boyfriend and my spray-tan girl.
Follow along to see where the faux glow started, how it’s transformed from chemically dense and orange (looking at you, Paris Hilton) to the shimmering, natural bronze looks we see today.