Summer Body

It’s not that I don’t like summer 

I just feel prettier in the fall

I can cover my arms and legs. Hide my double chin. And all 

The sun doesn’t illuminate my skin quite as harshly.

I don’t have to constantly tug at my clothes to cover a section of stomach exposed partially 

No one knows if I’ve shaved today, no one even gets a peak 

No one can see the cheese burger clinging to my body from last week. 

It doesn’t matter if my skin is a little dry, or my hair a bit greasy

Articles of clothing can cover everything, easily 

“Aren’t you hot in that?” They ask when I wear cargo pants in 100 degrees 

Hot? Yeah, maybe. No worries I’ll stick to shade under trees. 

It’s not that I hate summer. It’s just my body wasn’t ready. 

Maybe next year I won’t be quite as heavy.