Hey everyone! I have tried it all...& SUCCEEDED

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Hey everyone! I have tried it all...& SUCCEEDED

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Link to my story and website: http://moreapplesaday.com/deodorant/

My Story:

Being a catholic school boy when I was growing up we were always reading passages from the Bible in class and there was always something that I wondered about and even daydreamed. First, where do these people shit, and second, I bet they smelled like shit. An image of dirty long-haired robe-wearing desert wanderers was all I could envision. We have toilets and deodorant, they have? This seriously perplexed me for about twenty-two years. I would think: “When they are at school and have to go to the bathroom, where do they go?” Did they just shit on the floor during class?
My guess, they probably dug holes. But what about their armpits? Were they smart enough to put metal under them like us? Probably not, and because of this they probably smelled like that stuff they were filling holes with back in those days, right? My opinion, based on an experiment that has lasted my whole life, no, they probably did not smell that bad.

As a youngling and a fresh-to-earth pew sitter, I did not have to wear deodorant when I was younger. I could run, play sports, watch the television, and even sweat, but my armpits never smelled. Then came that day when I became a man. “Here son, use some of my deodorant.” Thank you god, I prayed and prayed, but I never thought this day would come. I was finally a big boy and could put that scented magic under my arm. At first I said something like: “But I do not smell, why do I need this.” I was informed that we all eventually smell and that it was time to start wearing deodorant. Cool beans!
On the bathroom sink, just as my dad described it, was my very own deodorant stick. It was like getting your new car keys when you turn sixteen. Now I had another religion and I had to remain faithful. I remember that the deodorant was irritating my armpits for the first week or so, but like an alcoholic with a burning stomach I was able clean-scent my pain away. Now we are in business.

There was an unfortunate soul in my middle school whose father forgot to get them their deodorant. My nostrils sensed their pain and I felt rather bad for them. I was happy to know that I would never smell like that though. More changes were happening now too and I was informed I was going through puberty. “Puberty sucks!” That is what my school shirts would say if they could do morse code because their armpits were completely drenched. At least it does not smell, right?
Then high school came around and I was a little self conscious about this sweating and did my best to hide it. It is real simple and this is something I learned from my early education. If I was hungry, what would I do? I would eat more food. If I am sweating too much, what should I do. Put more deodorant on and stop being a whiney little biotch.

Thick and crusty, that is how I liked my pumpkin pie, not my armpits. It still was not working. I just kept sweating and sweating. Even worse than before, because now I would sweat the most when I was sitting still and doing absolutely nothing. I could take a shower, cleaning my pits well, put on a fresh batch of white magic, and I would instantly make my armpits cry and cry for the rest of the day. This armpit sobbing had to stop and now. Thankfully, as seen on television, companies must have known their stuff was not working because they had a gel now with more of something in it and these little balls that would lock on to sweat like fighter jets do to their enemies in movies. Problem solved.

With a shiver down my spine from the cold slime fighter jets being escorted to the runway, I was off to school and a new life. It worked, I was not sweating. Supposedly there was a strike and the union had forbid any fighter jets from ever working again a couple of days later and so my armpits sobbed once more. It was like one of those sad movies where the main character just keeps having all of those close to him getting killed. Please, just give the pits a chance and let them live a normal life. I thought I was the only one sweating and maybe I was.

By the end of senior year and into the beginning of senior year the doctors started to get involved in my life. Now available on shelves everywhere, were clinical grade deodorants. I tried every single one, paying double the price of ordinary deodorant (probably due to the increased amounts of metal in there, metal is not free you know), and they ripped my pits apart. They were red, sore, and just plain old miserable and that was them working. It worked for about a week and I pushed through like a champion. Sure I had to put on and take off my shirts carefully, only pat dry after showering, and avoiding stretching my arms too much to avoid the paralyzing pain. The pain went away in a week and so did the umbrella it was holding. All pain no gain.

Next I looked online and found that they have something that can send electric pulses into your armpits to stop the sweating. That just sounded crazy and I deleted that from mind. But luckily I found some diapers that you could attach to your shirt and they would soak up all the sweat. Being a toddler in the sweating game, I ordered the pull-ups supreme version with extra extra padding. As promised, they arrive in an anonymous box and soon enough they were under my shirt.
I rolled on some deodorant, put on my pampers, and headed to my nursing class. I was wearing a blue shirt, one I would never wear because it would most definitely show my stains. Today I was strong, today I would conquer, and today I would hold two extremely wet diapers under my arms. Unfortunately they did not offer the extreme version of these diapers and I was left to peel the dirty diapers from inside the shirt that had the most god awful looking pit stain. Who the hell sweats halos?

I trudged on for the rest of the year with just some regular deodorant. I guess I am being pretty hard on the deodorant industry right now and I am sorry. I know you are doing the best you can and I am very grateful. At least I was not smelling.
That summer I tried something that might sound kind of odd. I pulled my pants down while riding the subway. That would be crazy, so I did not yet mark that one off my bucket list. If something is not working, do you keep doing it. No, that would be defined as insanity. I guess I could be clinically insane then because I was putting something, meant to stop the sweating, under my arms over and over again without ever skipping a day and it was not working.

At the store, just after checking out, my innovative mind hopes this one works as I clutch the bag and receipt reading non-antiperspirant deodorant. Needless to say, it did not work even after trying every brand. I knew that I still needed deodorant in order to not smell so I just chose one and stuck with it. Eventually it did work and my younger brother, shares my same condition, sure did hear my bragging. He to this day has not found his soul mate in the clinical deodorant world.
I had my moments, but this stuff worked up to the day of my older brother’s wedding, one year to be exact. For some reason I was just abso-freakin’-lutley stenchin’ it. For some reason this deodorant decided to join the dark side with my “pal” the trashcan. I smelled and they knew it. Even though I was giving a speech that evening, I was not nervous, but for reason my deodorant decided to high tail it out of there.

Now I was lost and what the hell was I supposed to do now. You know what, screw it, I am going to do it like the early pew sitters did it. I am going to dig a hole and fill it with my feces and then I am going to stop wearing deodorant. Someone broke the shovel so I used the toilet instead but all was good because I had some new presents for my onion-burger eating friend. Into the trash went my deodorant and with it went my worries.
To this day, over three months later, I have not worn deodorant. To this day, over three months later, I have been sober from a rumor that has been passed down for way too long. To this day, over three months later, I have not had any sweating problems and my pits do not smell.

It was a long journey but I am so happy to have reached this point. The detoxing worried me a bit but the results are ***. At first I had a smell to me, like a craving alcoholic having the DT’s, I was detoxing. I would spray a body spray outside of my armpits from back of the shoulder to front of the shoulder. This lasted for about two weeks and then I was no longer producing that stench. It was not a terrible stench, but it was a noticeable one.
Do you have any idea how great it feels to not rely on this “white magic” any more and not to mention debunking one of the greatest myths ever. So the disciples may have smelled good. Key words: may have. Remember, I entertain a diet and lifestyle that is free from most of the processed goods that most people let dorm in their bodies and this does affect your armpits.

With simple logic one can see how flawed deodorants and antiperspirants are. Sweating is a natural mechanism in which the body eliminates wastes. Deodorants (I will use this term for now on but I will be referring to both it and antiperspirants) are an unnatural mechanism in which mankind had prevented the wastes from being eliminated. Imagine the government decided to close your road and no one was too leave and the trash was never to be picked up. What would you do? Maybe you would just leave it there, maybe you would throw it in the back yard, or maybe you would dig it a hole so it could go to heaven. Eventually it would all build up and become extremely toxic. This is what happens to your armpits.

So why do poor people smell? They try not to and I can prove how clever they are. Just like the deodorant companies the poor people know that they need metal under their arms and this is why they ask for spare change when you pass them on the corner. All they want to do is take those coins and put them in their pits and problem solved. So stop thinking about yourself and stop thinking that they just want to buy some booze. If you spare some change, maybe they can get a job because they do not smell any more and then they could even buy some pre-packaged metal to put under their arms. Unfortunately this is not how it works and unfortunately they still smell, just like you.

Everything is connected, so I do not know if this would work for someone who eats junk food, lives a sedentary lifestyle, and is overly stressed out. Honestly, I do not think it would work as well. Your waste would be flowing out instead of being clogged, but you truly have to have the right stuff in your body, I believe. Both your kidneys and these companies agree on what is the right stuff and that is why deodorant labels usually have warnings about how people with kidney problems should not use this product.

Side note: I do not wear deodorant but I do use a body spray and am currently looking for a body scent to use. I do not spray it on my skin, but rather on my clothing and not under the pits of my clothing either. My armpits do produce a very mild scent, more so my right than my left for some reason (may have something to do with my pinched nerve experience). I really do hope you try this for yourself and that your sweating problems and myths of odor can be conquered. Keep in mind it has only been three months for me and the results have been this dramatic thus far. The slight scent produced only occurs while working out or during prolonged playing of sports. I only wear the body spray during those activities and not during the rest of my day. For example, during my break days from lifting, I can go a whole two plus days without ever spraying anything on my clothes and I do not smell or sweat.

I hope this helps and I hope you can find freedom too!

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