girl, I don’t want to make you sweat
Summer, for me, generally means a very sweaty face and body. Hell, winter generally means a very sweaty face and body for me. I guess I’m just a sweaty person.
I used to think it was because of weight, but after talking to a few people, including my mother, I concluded that it was just my lovely genetics. My mother, back in her very slim teenage days, was a big sweat-er. She told me she used to try and wear heavy coverage makeup in the hopes of stopping herself from sweating so much. She not only sweated in hot weather, she sweated when she was nervous. I’ve come to realise that I am practically a carbon copy of my mother in that regard.
Yesterday, I was at David Jones, perusing the sales racks when I realised the air conditioner was either way too low or not on at all. I felt that tell-tale trickle on my face and the back of my knees. I tried to casually wipe my face and ignore my knees, figuring that if some weirdo wanted to get down on the ground and look at the sweaty backs of my knees, more power to them, because, 1. effort and 2. ew. But, the sales assistant caught me. Luckily, she was lovely and commented that the air conditioning had only just been turned on, and that they were really suffering in the store. Of course, you couldn’t tell by her face. When I noticed a very tiny amount of sweat on another sale assistant’s forehead, I felt a little better.
I was grateful the sales assistant made a joke though. I’ve had people look at my sweatiness before and make disgusted faces. Despite how far I’ve come in my body acceptance journey, I still struggle with my damn sweat glands. It doesn’t help that I live in a pretty humid place, where it’s considered completely normal for most people to sweat, but apparently females aren’t supposed to be dripping with perspiration, they’re supposed to just slightly glow with a lovely sheen.
Yeah, no. I pretty much look like I’ve been in a shower.
I remember once, in the middle of summer, I was helping out with moving boxes at this internship I was doing. I got sent home because the director was concerned that it was too much for me, because I was sweating buckets (I could actually WRING OUT the t-shirt I was wearing) and my face was bright red. I insisted I was fine, and I was, but she still sent me home. At the time, I was rather embarrassed, but now, I have to laugh.
I recognise that my own hyper awareness of sweat makes everything seem magnified. I recognise that my anxiety makes me paranoid and think, “oh my god, everyone is staring at me and judging me”. I’ve said before, even if those people are judging the sweaty mess I am, I am trying not to let it get to me. I love commiserating and hearing others’ stories about their sweaty mess times. One of my good friend’s husbands is also someone who sweats a lot. For their wedding, he had three separate shirts because he was so paranoid the sweat marks would show. Once again, this made me feel better.
I don’t feel this is something we talk about a lot. We’re supposed to ignore it. And while on the one hand I’d prefer people to ignore my face dripping down to my ankles, on the other, I’d like it to be acknowledged; for others to become comfortable with their (sweaty) messy selves. We aren’t all perfect and it would be incredibly boring if we were. So, if you’re a sweat-er like me, come forward! Commiserate and let’s talk about it!
If it stresses you out so much, I believe you can get injections that control your sweat glands. But entirely up to you whether you want that or not.
I’ve definitely heard about that! Another friend had debated getting them on her underarms on her wedding day because she was worried about the sweat showing under her wedding dress. I’d like to think about it.
I’m a face sweater. Most of the time I don’t sweat much on my body, but my face does all the work – and not just in the heat, but alcohol, coffee, stress and illness all make me sweat out my face. And I HATE it.
BTW, those injections to control sweating – they are botox injections that paralyse the sweat glands!
That’s what I thought they were! I’m a little hesitant to spend the cash and am concerned about the idea of Botox and injections. I wish there was some other way to control it besides constantly being in air conditioning!
I eat a healthy diet, hydrate, etc, etc, but thanks to genetics I too just can’t stop the sweat! I live in Brisbane so lucky me, I’m almost always dripping away. No matter how well I eat, I also get pretty bad odour. I HATE it, but I’ve come to accept it’s nothing to do with my health or hygiene. Sweaty Betty’s unite!
Yay! I am also in Brisbane, which means humidity central. It’s BALLS, isn’t it? UNITE.