I Want My Winter Back. Now.

Where I live, the temperature rarely raises over 25 degree celsius. It happens, but it's rare. I guess it's a bit similar situation when it snows a lot in UK and the roads are blocked. Everything is a bit in disarray.

For the last few weeks temperature has been close to 30 degrees celsius. On the town where I live, fans have been sold out. In every store. Nobody has air conditioning. The grocery stores are in trouble because the refrigeration is on it's limits.

And what is my family's favourite summertime activity during these weeks? LETS GO PICKING STRAWBERRIES! From two to four hours crouching under the direct blaze of the sun. Joy.

On top of that, I have a personal issue with the heat because of my choice of clothing. First of all they are 95% black. Secondly, I don't wear anything in public that wold leave my legs bare. Not even ankles.

This is stupid, I know. I have been told to many times by many people to switch on shorts or skirts. For the lack of a better excuse, I have told my family and friends that I'm just vestal. Wannabe nun. Moral to the ridicule. I talk about it as little as possible.

The truth is that I have been (still am) somewhat heavy cutter. My legs have taken the most of the damage, and there isn't too many square centimeters on the skin from my knees down without some sort scar. I don't want people to see them. I prefer sweating till I'm dizzy to letting my mother know what I have done to myself.

Don't cut yourself, kids. You will die from heatstroke.
Fearofsilence Fearofsilence
18-21, F
Jul 19, 2010