Where I’m from (Rochester, New York), it gets cold. And it snows. A lot. So naturally, on the first day it gets above 40, the locals get excited. We dust off our shorts and tank tops. We head to the mall and splurge on bikinis. When it gets warm, less clothes are worn. Makes logical sense, right? However, with summer comes the self-appointed body police – you know, the … [Read more...]