Frick it's hot! I HATE the hot. And I feel like there's been no relief this entire summer. I am a summer baby who hates the heat. Seriously, bring on the snow, the more the merrier. Today, I attempted to sit by the pool and 10 minutes in I feel like I'm sitting on the surface of the sun. The back of my neck and hair is damp with sweat, I feel like my face is melting, my bathing suit starts to burn my stomach and I'm repeating inside my head, five more minutes, five more minutes. I do happen to have the best tan this summer than I've ever had though...
I think my most hated part of the summer is the wardrobe. I'm not a tank top and shorts kind of girl, because of all my crazy insecurities. But, you look a little bit like a freak when you rock a sweatshirt and rolled up jeans in 85 degree weather. Actually it's not so bad when you go from air conditioned apartment to air conditioned work to air conditioned store. But, it's the summer! I want to do things outside like everyone else! I want to go to the beach, or the amusement park, or sit by the pool. So, I'm using this summer to care less about what I look like and more about what I feel like. When I rock the shorts, no one really seems to care. When I take my shirt off at the pool, no one blinks. When I get in the pool in only my bathing suit and no grandma swim shorts, no one points and laughs. So, maybe I don't look that terrible. And maybe I'm not that abnormal. And maybe I worry too much about what other people think. I mean, am I really this selfish that I think everyone is always concerned about me and what I look like? It's just silly, and much cooler wearing short sleeves to work instead of jeans and a sweatshirt.
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