Apparently I am a big hobag. Almost none of my clothing can be worn as is. It all requires pinning or layering to increase the surface area coverage. I guess I never realized how much skin I am accustomed to exposing in really hot places.
You see, I never considered myself to be a hobag. I don’t show midriff, my thongs don’t hang out the back of my pants, I don’t own short shorts, and no more than 5 percent of my breasts show at any time. But here, the definition is different. It’s the shoulders, the collar bone, and the chest that must be covered. Plus everyone wears their pants very loose (okay, not that loose, but looser than is possible to purchase pants in the US). So my clothes are all too tight and show too much shoulder.
In Morocco I guess I was more prepared for conservative dress. I rocked the long skirts and threw a scarf over my shoulders whenever there was a hint of skin. No one wears scarves so that quick fix is out. And when the temperature is so damn high, all I want to do is wear light and breezy sundresses, which seems to be just out of the question since they are really bad at covering shoulders.
I guess at least I won’t get sunburned…
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