My wardrobe

I run hot.

Now, I don't mean that I can't chill in the sun for too long, or that I don't like getting things out of the oven--these are both true, but I'm far beyond it.

I run hot enough to wear a tank top, mini skirt, and pumps at eight in the morning. (In sixty degree weather with my windows rolled down in my car...)

I run hot enough to get woozy and faint in a "seventy-two" degree workplace. (The quotes are because it most definitely gets above the stated temperature on the thermostat....)

I run hot enough to sweat through three layers of clothing on a spring day. (Don't even ask about the summer....)

If I could, I would be naked in the ocean, in the snow, in the wind, in the moonlight.

I like being cold. It makes me feel heightened-aware-alive.

I can't stand being hot.