It's only natural that the weather started getting sunnier right after I've bought myself a lighter jacket for these winter-spring transmission period. I managed to utilize the knock-off military-green jacket for a whole day before I started feeling sweaty and realized that my deodorant-free days are over for this year. Au revoir winter!
I've gotten so used to layering for so many months that to step out of the house with a single layer of clothing leaves me feeling almost naked. To think that in the midst of winter, when it takes me a full fifteen minutes to get dressed, I was longing for the days when I can leave the house without being weighed down by thermal underwear and coats and gloves and scarves. Now that they're here, I've realized that I have developed a sort of inferiority complex about my body. If felt good to hide behind all that fabric and appear as one enormous bulk of cotton and flannel and wool. The clothes that I wear underneath my coat has become my second skin and I can't bear to let others see it.
It is for this reason that I pray for the temperature to drop so that I can put on my coat again and hide while I go out in the open. It is for this reason that I am grateful to see some other beings similarly bundled up despite the mild weather, even if they are people of old age and probably can't stand anything below 30 degrees.
I still am looking forward to stepping out in flip flops and a single layer cotton kameez. I just need some time to get used to the idea again.
