I used to run cold, but I’ve never been a fan of extremes on either end of the temperature spectrum. Menopause changed that. Even with Reynauds, I’d rather be on the cool side and put on an additional layer or move around more. When it’s hot, there are only so many clothes you can take off, ya know?
Yesterday I was out taking photos in a botanic garden. The glass conservatory pavilions were so hot, that even though I was wearing shorts and a sleeveless tank, I was dripping with sweat even when I was barely moving. Meanwhile there were a couple of young women nearby taking selfies, wearing skinny jeans and long-sleeve tees, and I was like WTF? I feel like a different, ugly, sweaty species from these people.