I have two talents. Standing out in the street, smiling and pretending it’s not as hot as the devils armpit, and exclusively wearing shoes that turn my feet into one huge blister.
As uncomfortable as they might be, it’s surprisingly easy to rationalise wearing them when the temperature gauge resembles my blood pressure tests at the doctors (read: very high!!). You’re already in pain wearing anything more than underwear, so why not go the whole hog and look cute while you’re hating everything around you?
Plus, when your outfit costs nearly 2K all up (sorry mum), you shut your mouth and wear it without complaining – butt crack sweat or not.