I Rewrote My Inner Dialogue
and Stopped Apologizing for Being Hot (Literally)
I used to whisper “sorry” under my breath every time I stripped off a sweater mid-convo.
Apologized for needing a fan in December.
Apologized for sweating like I was mid-marathon while simply existing in a chair.
But somewhere between the hormonal chaos and my fifth abandoned outfit of the day, I realized…
Why the hell am I apologizing for my biology?
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