My aversion to summer clothes is not just a fat thing... I have nice enough arms, but my shoulders get this patch of breakouts that I never properly battle. This year, I'm launching a full-on assault with salicylic acid. Hoo-rah.
And here's my motivation for this season:
I really need to get domestic before the boyfriend gets home from his twelve hour day at work and finds that I've done nothing, again.
Manic depression's a frustrating mess.