The trouble with hot weather like this: it forces me to go out without my jumper.
I feel naked without a jumper.
Joking aside, psychologically, I feel they mask my misshaped body, of which I am so self-conscious.
Though my arms are no longer the matchsticks they were, my torso remains the face of a hippo, my shoulders forever slouched.
But such is my nature: I prefer to mask my reality, than attempt to change it. If only I had the constancy and resolve to make things better.
I fear I shall always be Jumper Boy.
Last modified: 11 May 2024
