The Triangle - Not the Bermuda

Picture this... after a long day, you were able to muster up the last bit of your will and get your butt to your Pilates class - and you totally killed it! You could have easily gone home and crushed a bottle of wine and eaten the string cheese, but you didn't. You chose well and gave your body what it needed. You're walking out of your class and run into a cutie. You guys have been playing the 'flirt' game for a while now. You notice his eyes as they take their gaze down, so you follow. As you're tracking, there's a halt! A complete stop and the screeching sound of a record player goes off in your head, then an immediate and awkward glance back up. Some mumbling from him as he dashes off. And you're left there still standing with your eyes gliding back down. Down to your crotch. That's right. The 'sweaty crotch triangle'! Gaaawwwddd, kill me know. Why? Like, why? Of course of all the days, you choose to wear your pretty "Glossier pink" color workout leggings and not your normal yet safe, black ones.

The sweaty crotch triangle super sucks. It really does. And with all of the cute and adorbs workout gear in all the pretty colors, you want to rock it. But then you have to think about the freaking aftermath of a good workout sesh - and if it will leave the obvious mark? Let's get real about this situation. First of all, it's totally normal and so many men and women have this happen. Your body is doing what's it's supposed to be doing. The groin is behaving pretty much like the armpits - it's warm, hairy, has sweat glands, and has bacteria. However, there's just something that's more off-putting with a sweaty crotch versus the armpits, right?

If you're the luckiest girl in the whole wide world, such as myself (ha!), then you pour sweat more than a dirty ole man who's been up all night with both ends going from Chinese food poisoning.  It's nasty.  My boobs sweat. My stomach sweats. Of course the crotch, but oddly just my right armpit, not the left.  Hell, even my knees sweat. It could be 30 degrees out and water just pours out of me like Niagara Falls. It never fails to hit me in the most embarrassing times.