This afternoon, I had the pleasure of circumnavigating London on an open-top bus with the inimitable Dr Deb Burgard. We’ve been having a bit of a heatwave this week, at least by UK standards, and I found myself hot, sticky, and rather uncomfortable. Oh, and grumpy (sorry, hubby).
I’ve written before about dressing for the weather. I’ve talked about my own epiphany the first time I went sleeveless, how much more pleasant it was, and how nobody freaked out at the sight of my arms. There are also a couple of great memes about how to dress your body appropriately for the weather. This is one of my favourites (–>).
So, I was at least wearing a very short sleeved top today. But I was in full-length pants. That’s a line I just haven’t managed to cross yet. Somebody wrote on facebook a couple of days ago about how she’d done the sleeveless thing a couple of years ago and never looked back, but this was the first time she’d worn shorts. I’m not there yet. But as I wandered through Leicester Square this evening, I saw people of all shapes and sizes, slim, plump, tall, short, younger and older, wearing sensible, weather-appropriate clothing. And not once did I think, ‘Sheesh, did she look in the mirror before she left the house?’ Nope, mostly I was thinking, ‘Damn, I wish I was wearing something light like that.’
Maybe when people look a little too long at a fat woman in a short summer dress, maybe they’re thinking, wow, that dress is pretty; or wow, I’ll bet she’s a lot more comfortable than I am; or, hey, I wish I had her confidence. On the other hand, maybe they’re still so damaged by society’s war on women’s bodies (of all sizes) that they really are having disparaging thoughts about mirrors and houses. Or maybe they’re just pulling that face because they have a headache and they’ve just remembered that they’d forgotten to pick up the dry cleaning. Who the hell knows. And is that reason enough for me to be hot and sweaty and uncomfortable? Hell, no. I think I may have some shopping to do. I’ll keep you posted.