Try Dry and Ditch the Ick

I was never what one would call one of the "cool kids".   I was a little odd, I had no regard for fashion and I definitely danced (very poorly) to the beat of my own drum. (Un)fortunately for me, I was never aware of my awkwardness.  I rocked that ish like a Michael Jackson jacket in the late 80's. I was pretty "cool" and surprisingly sure of myself... until I went into middle school.

Me and all my coolness, circa 5th grade, maybe?

They also had a little bit of pink tint... like a boss.

From K5 until the sixth grade, I went to the same school and had the exact same group of friends. They knew I was "strange", we all were, in our own way, but we didn't care. Some of us were taller, bigger, wealthier, some had divorced parents, some didn't, none of that mattered to us, we were just friends. We had fun together and that's all that mattered...until middle school.

Middle school is when the whole game changed. I left the safe confines of my old friends at private school and went out into the big world of  (dun dun dun...) Public school. 

Long gone were the days of being able to wear plaid pants with a striped vest and a pink hair bow. You actually had to put thought into your clothing choices or risk being made fun of and you definitely better have some kind of make up on. Preferably a foundation color that was at least two shades darker than your face, so everyone can tell you were wearing it... and blue mascara, don't forget the blue mascara and a dab of Love's Baby Soft, under your arms.

Note the black spandex leggings, I was ssoooo before my time, even back then.

I will never forget the day I learned the importance of properly applying deodorant. It was a typical day. I was at school, rocking my coolest outfit and I'm sure I had my best Shine Free make-up on, with some Lip Smackers gloss, turned all the way up. I was checking the mirror, to make sure I didn't have the dreaded line of demarcation that all teen girls (and women) try to avoid, like the plague.

Of course, it was there. I wet my finger with a dab of spit and proceeded to wipe it off, I checked and re-checked, yep, I was good.  I was about to leave the bathroom, then I noticed it. My shirt was on, inside out. No biggie, at least I caught it, before anyone noticed. Turn it right side out, you're good. So I did, but I wasn't good. Not good at all. I had a huge white spot, under the arm, on both sides. Stupid deodorant!

I had a huge choice to make, do I wear my shirt right side out or do I turn it back wrong side out and hide the "pit marks"? I was stuck. I didn't really know what to do. After, what seemed like hours, I decided to just turn it back, the way it was to begin with, then cut the tag off the back. No one would notice... hopefully.

Much to my dismay, there were now white marks on the wrong, right side of my shirt. I wiped off as much of the white, messy marks as I could and hoped for the best. Somehow,  I got through the day, without "dying".  Later that week, I switched to spray deodorant.

I finally grew out of that awkward stage... about 5 years ago. I've gotten pretty good at applying deodorant and I am usually wearing my clothes right side out, but I still love using a spray deodorant. It's easy and fast, which is key, when you have exactly two minutes for personal hygiene, on any given day.

The new dry sprays from Degree, that I was given the chance to try, are amazing. The scent is nice and all day, I find myself sniffing myself, not to see if it's still working, but just because I like the scent. Ok, I might have a problem, but at least I'm not stinky... as long as I remember to put on my Degree.

 
I was lucky enough to receive one of these awesome, new products from Degree, for free, in exchange for sharing this post with you guys, but you will need to check out the health and beauty aisle, at your local Walmart store, to snag one of your own.