Humidity is risin'
Barometer's getting low
And I'm sweating like a banshee (which I always imagined was a woolly-yeti-like creature but is in fact, thanks to the enlightenment of Wikipedia, a feminine spirit in Irish mythology who is probably physically incapable of perspiring and instead emits the scent of freshly-picked daisies from her pores).
Okay, so I'm sweating like a girl who is forced to wear too many clothes due to conventional standards of decency.
How do I solve el problemo?
Answer: loose, baggy, over-sized EVERYTHING. Cue the size-large, black, paper-bag-like dress I bought at Joe Fresh for $15. Worn over cycling shorts (to hide my bum) and a bra worn as outerwear (to hide my tatas), complemented by a floppy hat and piles of jewelry, I am a human air-conditioner and nobody need be offended by my ulterior option of going nude.
Try this one at home. Say no to body-hugging and yes to XL. Your cooling bill will thank me.