Three cheers for air conditioning!!! Amiright?!
You see, when you're overweight, every moment spent in the cool, sweet envelope of air conditioning is a gift. Because when you are heavy, curvy, fat - whatever term you use - you have to abide by a somewhat irrational code of conduct. You make new personal policies for yourself.
You have to accept that when it's hot, you're going to be sweaty and uncomfortable. Ya just are. You might own a maxi dress or three, but you may not wanna wear it because your thighs will rub together all day. Or you'll wear shorts under your dress and that's not exactly a temperature solution -- you may as well wear pants.
And are you a busty girl, too? What the hell can you do about cleavage and under-boob sweat? Nothing, that's what.
You'll probably put some makeup on. Because pride. But you know it's only a matter of time. Your face is gonna be red and that shit is melting right off your face. Oh well.
You accept that your hair may look prettier down, but if you're going to survive the day without shaving it off, it's going up in a pony tail. Or a bun. And it may not even be one of those pretty, perfect sock buns. It's that "get this shit off the back of my neck before I find a razor" bun.
Short shorts are OUT OF THE QUESTION. (Personally, I won't wear shorts at all. But that's me.)
You accept that bathing suit shopping is going to suck. And that bikinis are probably not going to happen this year. Or ever. But you find something practical, with a skirted bottom, and hope it's not a far dash from where you drop your bags to the pool steps.
But you accept that when you have great friends, they don't judge you, or even find it unusual, when you show up to a BBQ in 97 degree weather, wearing black pants and a baggy, three-quarter sleeve top. They love you anyway and don't try to talk you into going swimming, or care that you have some sweat going above your lip. You've accepted this is your style and so have they.
You accept that sometimes, it's okay to look ridiculous and have a great time anyway. You accept that it's probably smarter for you to drink water and stay really hydrated and thank god no one thinks you're lame for passing on a round of shots or a cold beer.
You accept and you move on. You rationalize, you make decisions, you keep your chin up.
A fat girl on a hot day is the mayor of her very own village.