Right, gather round - I think it’s time we had a summer intervention. Because while everyone else appears to be floating through the warmer months with a golden glow, a linen dress and Aperol permanently in hand, some of us are quietly wondering why we’re waking up puffy, sleeping badly, and feeling like our bodies are constantly backchatting.
I do have a rather controversial confession to make as a Brit: I don’t always love summer. There, I said it. Yes, I enjoy the longer evenings and, quite frankly, any excuse to occupy a pub garden, but sometimes it feels less “hot girl summer” and more “why are my rings suddenly tight and why am I exhausted after doing absolutely nothing?”
