The nights are getting colder. Our sleeves are longer, jackets thicker. And supermarket shelves are prematurely filling up with pumpkins and lashings of garish tinsel. Now, even that most zeitgeisty of trends is hanging up its high-rise bikini and sashaying into a Valencia-filtered distance. Yep, “Hot Girl Summer” – that time when women are encouraged to unapologetically embrace their sexiest selves – is no more.
As someone whose skin fries the second they’re exposed to UV rays, I’m willing to admit that summer has never been my thing. Good news, though: a superior time of year is on the horizon called Sad Girl Autumn. I’ve never been more ready.
