50. It Keeps Me Warm
The winter wardrobe ritual is a transformative experience, perfectly captured here. We start bundled up like a human marshmallow, bracing against the elements, only to shed our layers at home, revealing the truth beneath: the winter werewolf. It’s the seasonal evolution no one talks about, where razors hibernate and leg hair flourishes in blissful, unabashed freedom.
The metamorphosis from a cocoon of coats to the full glory of our natural insulation is a tale as old as time—or at least as old as the invention of central heating. This is the unspoken winter pact: Outside, we armor up against the frost; inside, we embrace the wild within. After all, who needs leggings when you’ve grown your own?