For as long as I can remember, ever since puberty I suppose, I have suffered with the issue of sweat. Under-arm sweat. (I told you it was embarrassing). It's something I've dealt with everyday of my life and learned to live with and up until recently, I didn't even think of it as a medical condition. (Not sure why. A quick google search years ago could have saved me years of trouble) I thought I was just a freak who sweated way more than everyone else no matter what kind of antiperspirant that I used.
It's called Hyperhidrosis and if you google it, the first thing that comes up says "Hyperhidrosis is a medical condition in which a person sweats excessively and unpredictably. People with hyperhidrosis may sweat even when the temperature is cool or when they are at rest."
So I just sweat. All the time. For no reason. Even if I'm just sitting watching tv and I'm not hot. This has been my life. I can remember times when it affected me, like scarred me for life where I remember key occasions in my life and THE SWEAT is one of the main things my brain has selected to remember.
At my Confirmation I had this cute green cap-sleeve stiff-cotton dress made and while sitting in the church, 2 huge wet spots formed under my arms and I knew... Everyone's gonna see this. And at my Grad. I wore this gorgeous red dress. I was still trying to convince myself that if I just wear lots of antiperspirant and stay cool and calm, it'll be ok. Of course I was sweating before the ceremony even started and had to go in the bathroom and put my pits under the hand dryer and practically burn my skin off from the heat just so I could dry the wet spots. Then by the time I was called for my diploma I was wet again so I had to make sure to keep my arms down as I walked across a stage with lights shining on me in front of everyone with huge wet spots under my arms...
After a few experiences like that I gave into the fact that there were just certain things I couldn't wear. Like if I wore anything with sleeves that wasn't black or white or a dark pattern or polyester, I was screwed. I would look at clothes on racks in stores and I'd trained my brain to reject all options that would show sweat. For someone who loves clothes as much as I do, this has never been fun.
So this has been my life. And I'd accepted it. Until my brother got engaged, and his fiancée asked me to be a bridesmaid. And the dresses were gonna be blue... And I'm so excited I get to be a bridesmaid for the first time and all I'm thinking is; my sweat is bound to show on that dress and I'm gonna be walking down an isle in front of everyone. And taking tons of pictures; pictures that are gonna be their wedding pictures forever... and there's gonna be Melanie... With sweaty frickin' armpits.
So I started doing research. I had heard a while ago that some people get botox in their armpits to make themselves not sweat. So that was the first thing I looked up. Of course that was extremely expensive. I figured celebrities and rich people must be the only ones who do this.
But my research led me to a product. A seemingly simple product. A product that seemed so basic, so cheap, so easy to procure AND got rave reviews all over the internet... It had to be too good to be true.
The next day I purchased from Walmart, for $19.99, DRYSOL. A small innocent-looking bottle of liquid, with a spongy opening at the top. That night I stood in front of the mirror, antiperspirant-free, having not shaved for 24 hours (apparently if you've recently shaved it'll burn like hell) raised each arm and per the instructions, gently dabbed the liquid onto my armpits and I went to bed. It was a little itchy but not too bad.
The next day we were renting a car to drive to Tottenham for a party and to stay overnight. I got up, washed my under-arms with soap and water, dried them, applied Aluminum-Free Deodorant and put on a fitted purple cotton t-shirt.
After getting ready, packing, going to get the rental car, eating, driving for over 2 hours, walking around Yorkdale Mall and driving some more, we arrived at our destination. I took off my coat, and raised my arms... I was dry.
Like I said in the beginning, only people who sweat like I
This commercial is obviously a complete lie because Axe would never have stopped my sweat, but it's pretty funny.











