I'm going to be straight up with you: I'm a big girl. And that's okay. As a body-positive feminist, I believe that everyone should be able to wear whatever the hell they want, when they want. So, when the first 70 degree day arrived, I wore my shorts.

And it was a problem.

Not because I didn't rock them. I'd say I looked pretty fine. However, I forgot a key detail when I was planning what I was going to wear.

My thighs rub together.

Now, this isn't an inherently bad thing. Thighs are beautiful whether they have a gap between them or not. Bumpy, smooth, hairy, etc, thighs are always awesome.

But not when it's hot outside.

I had momentarily forgotten about the excruciating pain that results from big thighs and short shorts on a hot day. You know what I'm referring to. The first day of the dreaded chafing season causes nightmares. The raw, moist pain that arises from the friction due to sweat and motion on a warm day.

It hurts, friends. It hurts a lot.

Meanwhile, I couldn't focus on strutting my stuff. All of my attention was on how I never wanted to move again and the cruelty of warmer weather.

People who say baby powder or deodorant assist with the unbearable chafing pain are dirty liars. There is no magic wand to relieve my sore thighs.

If you'd excuse me, I'm going to go take some Advil and stew about all the reasons I hate warm weather now. Remember friends, you can always rock whatever clothes you want, but never forget about the chafe you may be in for.