I was living my dream — sun, salt, and a new life in Australia after leaving Thailand. The beach became my sanctuary. Every morning, with oil on my skin and toes in the sand, I enjoyed the ocean stretching out endlessly before me.
One day though, I had an epiphany.
As I flipped over my tanning oil and read the label, I saw it clearly for the first time — chemicals, petroleum, ingredients I couldn't pronounce. Ingredients that weren't just harmful to my skin, but washing off into the very ocean I loved.
I put the bottle down and called the man I trusted most.
"We need to make our own."