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When you have parents who grew up on an island and are a perpetual sun worshipper yourself, it’s almost impossible not to dread the inevitable end of summer to come. I suppose, then, that Mother Nature was kind to my heart this year: we had all of two real weeks of summer—hot, sunny, sweaty days that begged to be spent in nothing more than a Brazilian bikini—and the rest of “summer” was more like previous Septembers. Just sunny and warm enough for shorts, but required a light leather jacket starting 7 p.m. She—Mother Nature, Universe, whomever/whatever you wish to call her/that/it—et me down easy. Still. I can’t believe it’s already September. Eight days in and I’m already reaching habitually for my beloved high-waist jeans. Eight days in and I’ve yet to leave the house without a travel mug of hot tea (I’m on a coffee cleanse) or leather jacket du jour. Eight days in and I’m already autumned-up. Three months of summer vacation and I went to the beach a grand total of two times. I live on the Jersey shore, for goodness’ sake! What excuse to I have? Sure, I have the same (if not more) insecurities as any other girl when…http://abitcoquettish.files.wordpress.com/2013/09/rihanna.png