No. We are not margaritas.
Use deodorant babe. It's time for the heavy artillery. Walmart isn't my favorite place to begin with, coupled with the sticky heat of duval's coast??? Fuuuuck Walmart. Like, I hope we're all here to scrap in the soap and deodorant aisle. I hope we all desperately yearn for lavender meadows and sea salt breezes to flow free when we raise our hands and wave at one another. When we hug, I wanna guess which twin pack your Walmart shopper grabbed for you. I asked for shower fresh but got some vanilla bean shit...imma vanilla bean baddie until the gel don't rise, I guess. I'd rather smell that than musk and salted lime. There aren't enough limes in the keys for all of us to buy organically strong citrus. Here are my tips for fresh pits in florida...
Clean.
Clean again.
Exfoliate.
Rinse
Dry
Moisturize.
Deodorant.
Let it dry.
Deodorant.
No shade, my kids are bad at this sometimes lmao and some days the heat creeps in between that layer of fresh and that layer of...flesh? Lmao.
I know some things are natural and out of our control. If that's the case, don't be hugging folks. Don't ask for one and when offered, give a hug with pits tucked tight, elbows bent slightly at waist level. At least if I'm in the mix. I'd do that for you if I was stank...and knew it. Yall know it's you.
You know. I know you gotta know.
💚Deena
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