I bought into the "maybe sunscreen does more harm than good" argument about 10 years ago. It was an experiment I wish I'd skipped.
For background, my people have been bog-dwelling Gaels for millennia. I literally am the stereotypical Irish girl in the tropics. I also get something called "Polymorphous Light Eruption". Basically, my skin goes "Nope!" at the first kiss of sunshine after the winter and I break out in an itchy, stingy rash on the parts of my body that aren't covered by clothes.
My approach never was to run outside in the tropics, unprotected blue-white skin bare to the sun. For me, it was hats, long sleeves, knee-length skirts, umbrellas - basically just keeping out of the direct rays of the sun. While I've never had a bad burn, and I've never actually had a suntan, it didn't work out well for me, and I've basically zapped my skin.
I now have sun-damage in the form of penny-sized patches of brown skin on my arms, legs, and chest. Even from keeping to the shade.
Even so, I still believe the benefits of sun-exposure for vitamin D synthesis, mental health, and a sense of just living your damn life without trying to guard against every single risk factor under the sun is important. But these days, I cover up more, wear sunscreen more, and keep my (unprotected) exposure under 20 minutes a day.
TLDR: Getting sun on you is good for you. Getting sun on you is bad for you. So what? You wanna live forever?
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