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.
