This time last year, I had two phobias - snakes and revealing my upper arms. While I still shudder at the thought of reptiles (I don’t think there’s a cream that will help with that), my arms have been given the green light.
Having spoken to a lot of people (ok, women), it seems I’m not alone. The chat was always along the lines of, "I wish I could wear this, but I hate showing my arms," or on particularly low-morale days, "I can’t show my arms because they’re hideous; I’m sure you’ve noticed." I was bored of myself, not to mention sweaty under heavy t-shirts on sizzling days.
