Boy Summer

It's March and I can already tell that it's going to be a Boy Summer. Last summer was one, and every single summer before that too.

Let me explain the Boy Summer before I get you all confused. A Boy Summer is a summer when you are supposed to be girly and wear tiny shorts and microscopic swimsuits. A pool party, sleepover filled summer. But it isn't. Instead you wear boy's clothes because your mom won't let you dress like a girl. You don't even own a swimsuit because you are too embarrassed to show your body. You basically feel like you aren't a girl. Yeah. That's a Boy Summer.

For some reason I can tell that this year is going to be one too. I don't know how. Maybe it was that on the first day it got hot enough to wear shorts, my mom wouldn't let me. Maybe it was the fact that even though it has been hot since then I have worn my "cover-up" clothes.

The swimsuit catalogs started coming last week. Not that it bothers me to see anorexic girls parade around in tiny strips of cloth covering their digitally enhanced breasts. That doesn't bother me. It just bothers me that I don't get to wear one. Not that I really want to wear one for people to see me. I just want to be allowed to wear something like that. It's summer. For 3 months of the year we have no dress code. I don't have the body to wear one, so I guess I don't have reason to complain.

Enough with telling you my summer woes, I'm sure that you have better things to do than read an opening.