Cold

I'm often told, "You must be so cold," when someone sees me, or "How are you not sweating in that?" I don't feel cold; I feel ashamed. It's as if I'm hiding the parts of myself that I can't fix when they ask how I'm not hot out in the warm sun. In response, I find myself shrugging my shoulders, tugging my sleeves down a little, and fidgeting with the hem of my sweatshirt. People's curiosity is natural, but sometimes it feels like they are too comfortable with asking what seems to be simple enough questions. The true answer should be easy to speak out but it's just not. Despite this, I pull down my sleeves and respond with a little laugh to their simple but not myself, questions.