A Note on Body odor

Rio de Janeiro makes me stink. There, I said it. I can´t help but sweat like a 400 lb hairy man with glandular problems. 

And it´s embarrassing!  My husband doesn´t even sweat as much as I do!  I spend the entire Rio de Janeiro Spring, Summer, and Fall with the sweat mustache, not to mention many other unpleasant sweat side effects. 

And the sweating stinks.  I´ve never, ever, EVER had a BO issue. Never. I was that girl who could forget her deodorant, go to the gym, and head straight out afterward without anyone noticing. I just don´t smell... well didn´t before I came here.  I call it the princess gene where everything normally nasty comes out smelling like roses.  Of course, I still claim to have said gene and you could beat me to death before I admit otherwise.

Except for in the first paragraph of this post.

Anyway, someone once told me it´s because I`m too white. 

Say what?!

But they were serious. My genes, body, and more specifically my sweat glands are not made for this kind of heat. I´m a white, should be up in Alaska girl.  The theory goes that since I was not made for the southern hemisphere, my body has to work overtime.  Thus the sweat and the sometimes offensive smell that I do not admit to having.

You know, that sounds pretty damn logical.  Pretty damn logical indeed.  Of course that doesn´t help me in any way, shape, or form.  I guess I have to resign myself to clothing changes and the yellowing of certain spots on all my white tank tops.  Could be worse.  I could also be gassy.