As my father says, "getting older is a bitch." If things offend you, don't read on.
I've come to the conclusion that no matter how strong, how much, or which brand I choose, no amount of deodorant is going to keep my armpits from feeling like a swamp. I'm not talking bad odor, I'm talking SWAMP. I no longer am one of those cute little women that can wear a tanktop or a skimpy little summer top with no bra. I need a bra. Always. Or I will look like I should be peeing in a field in upstate New York in the '60s. I need concealer. Every day. An airline would charge me extra just for what I'm carrying on under my eyes. I need large doses of fiber. Daily. Or someone will be shot.
That's all for now, but I will update this if need be...
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