When it's hot, I sweat profusely, mostly from my head, and then I feel self-conscious and find myself constantly wiping the sweat from my face. Rivulets of sweat spring forth between my breasts and pool at the base of my spine. My shirt gets damp and sweat stains begin seeping through the fabric. I feel like people are staring at me sweating and judging me for having an unruly body that perspires so wantonly, that dares to reveal the costs of its exertion. There
by Roxane Gay
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The author describes the discomfort and embarrassment associated with excessive sweating in hot weather. She conveys a vivid sense of self-consciousness as she sweats from her head and experiences rivulets of sweat pooling in various places. The physical sensations are uncomfortable, and the visibility of her perspiration leads her to feel judged by others, amplifying her anxiety about her body.

In the excerpt, the author reveals a deeper issue regarding body image and societal perceptions of bodily functions. The shame she feels highlights the pressure individuals experience to conform to certain beauty standards while grappling with natural bodily responses. Overall, this passage captures the struggle of living in a body that, while natural, often faces scrutiny and judgment from the outside world.

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