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This is me walking down a beach in Sardinia last month. I'm 58. There's no filter on this photo. The legs are mine. Three years ago I'd have been the woman behind the camera holding everyone's bags. I had pale legs, blue veins behind both knees, sun spots from a misspent youth in Florida, and a relationship with fake tan that had cost me — I added it up — somewhere north of six thousand dollars across twenty years. Salon visits, drugstore bottles, the high-end stuff at Sephora, the gradual tanners, the wipes, the mousses. Plus the ruined sheets, the ruined clothes, the ruined hotel rooms. Plus the time. God, the time. Three years ago I stopped. A friend in Melbourne told me about Body Perfector by Miracle de Paris and I tried it with the kind of low expectations only a 55-year-old fake-tan veteran can muster. It is body makeup, not tan. Sits on the surface of the skin instead of dyeing it. Covers veins, sun spots, uneven tone, redness, scars. Brushes on in 60 seconds. Doesn't transfer onto white sheets, white pants, white bikinis, white anything. The picture above took me 60 seconds in the hotel bathroom that morning. Sixty seconds. Twenty years of failing at fake tan, and the actual answer was a minute. A woman behind me on the beach asked what filter I was using. I told her no filter. She didn't believe me. I told her about the bottle. She bought one before we left the beach. You can too. 45% off this week, 30-day money-back guarantee. Link below — I really mean it, just try it once.