I just danced for three-point-five hours, and I didn't even have pit stains.
Do you know how incredible this is?!
Those of you who witnessed me dance at BYU do. At BYU, I would drown -- DROWN -- in sweat. Not a single dry spot could be found on my clothes; it was as though I had jumped into a swimming pool.
It was sexy, I tell you what.
Me-thinks I had my antidepressants to blame (I was taking a pretty darn high dosage). I'm no longer on any antidepressants -- hooray for me! -- and my pores no longer weep at the grace, the style, the beauty, the passion that is my dancing.
It's a little ironic, if you think about it.