Growing up, my Mom never wore shorts. Ever. Sometimes, it would almost be awkward. It could literally be 99* and there she'd be dressed in long bottoms or a long dress.
In the way that only a teenage girl could do, I razed her about it quite often. Her reasoning was due to several comments she had landed over the years that her knees always looked dirty, due to scarring inflicted through childhood play.
And, I'm just going to say it now, that's a stupid reason to not uncover your knees.
I'm a little more thick skinned when it comes to people's comments.
But I just realized the other day, that I'm not as thick skinned as I thought, because along these lines, I've become the awkward one. It's become more and more clear to me t hat I have a complex with my arms. It can be and literally has been 99* and I refuse to take off my cardigan. I just don't like to subject anyone to the jiggle and I guess mostly, I miss the arms that I was able to sculpt when I lifted in college.
So instead, I have to wear longer sleeved t-shirts.
[tear, look at my little man Isaac]
Or, I subject myself to long sleeved shirts or a cardi, over everything.
Do you have a body thing too?