bead of sweat on her brow, wearing a silky vest top without a bra – she looks cool in every way imaginable. And then there’s me. I’m about half a foot shorter than Liz, and what I lack in height I make up for in curves, which means that I’m (quite literally) sweating my tits off in an industrial-strength bra under my T-shirt. My long blonde hair is naturally wavy – which is neither here nor there but takes a lot of effort to edge one way or the other – and any kind of weather, be it rain or shine, seems to make it frizz. My green eyes are rounded, like my cheeks
