I've been suffering for the past few days with the heat, and I know it's going to last all summer.

I tell myself not to give a damn, that fuck people who look at my arms wrong or make remarks, but when you're living it, it's less fun, easier said than done. I had to walk in the sun at 27° with sticky jeans, a t-shirt and a cardigan (black, otherwise it's not funny!). It was horrible, but I couldn't take the stupid vest off. I'd have liked to, but what if someone saw my hair? How embarrassing. I've always had a lot of hair on my arms and legs but I can't shave, it grows back too fast and worse, and I don't dare ask my mom for strips, or even bleach... What am I going to do when it's 30°? More fainting spells and crying alone at night?

So I suffered in silence. Miles and hours of walking, dripping with sweat. My clothes were sticking, it was horrible. But I carried on without complaint. I've never taken such a cold shower on the way home.

I know it's going to be repetitive all summer. I'm going to suffer for a few months.

again...

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