‘Tis the season to see social media plastered with tweets and updates about the amazing weather. Instagram is overloaded with stories of beer gardens and picnics. Twitter is full of people going on, in 140 characters, about their hot-day plans. But the worst of all? The worst is the summer shamers. Those who use social media to shame anyone about what they do or wear in this weather.
It’s 27 degrees outside and I just got home from meeting my mate for a coffee. I’m about to stick Magic Mike on and eat my weight in Wispa biscuits but the pang of guilt over not baking in the sun punches me in the stomach quicker than I start busting a move to Pony alongside Channing.
There’s something about the temperature going over 20 that switches on a terrible trait in people. One that makes them think it’s their right to judge what others do during the summer. But I have news for those people.
Some people can’t handle the heat.
Some people burn.
Some people over heat.
Some people are shit scared of the sheer scale of wildlife that is suddenly attracted to you for the next few months.
Some people feel too self conscious in anything other than clothes that make them too sweaty.
Some people have a mental illness that doesn’t just switch off because Tesco have started selling barbecue food on 3 for 2.
Some people don’t give a shit about the weather and just want to go about their lives without interference from others.
People think they mean well. Asking what you’re up to for the bank holiday. Asking how you’re going to make the most of the weather. Asking why you’re wearing jeans when the sweat is so god damn real.
But for people who don’t enjoy summer, this is not well received and in some cases can be mentally and emotionally harmful.
Which brings me to the body shamers. I’ve always hated my legs. Growing up, sitting in a park or a BBQ or a beer garden in anything other than leggings was unfathomable. I’d stare at all of the beauties in their flowing summer dresses, tans and glowing limbs and absolutely hate myself. I’ve evolved but that will always be there somewhere.
So why other people think it’s their right to air their beliefs on your choice of attire – whether you’re covered from head to toe or whether your string bikini for a stroll to McDonalds being innappropriate – is beyond me.
You see. For some people, being out. Being bared. Being hot. Being scared. It’s not fun. No matter how many pop up roof gardens and halloumi fries are there to tempt you, it can still be an unenjoyable experience.
So this summer, go out, enjoy yourself, get burned, drink cider with mountains of ice, hit up a fake beach, get your tan on, Insta story your ice cold Sauv, tweet your disbelief at how nice it is, but please, please don’t involve yourself in what anyone else is doing.
You’re not the Sun Police.