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My confession is... I've turned my sweating disorder into a nice side hustle. I make over $3,000 a month selling jars of my own sweat to strangers online. It started as a joke after some creep on Twitter offered me fifty bucks for the gym clothes I'd just worked out in. Here's how it works: I put on three layers of clothes, turn the heat up to 80, and do jumping jacks for twenty minutes until I'm dripping. The sweat runs down my back in actual streams, collects between my breasts, beads on my forehead until it drips off my nose. People pay extra if it's from specific body parts, so sometimes I'll focus on just my armpits or my back. The weirdest part isn't even doing it, it's that grown men actually want it... Like, you're really that desperate to taste some random girl's sweat? ...and I try not to think about what happens after it ships. But my god, sometimes I can't help it. Like, do they just... unscrew the lid and take a big whiff? Pour a little into their hands and rub my salty sweat all over their face, letting it seep into their pores like some fucked-up skincare routine? Can you imagine telling someone your skin care routine includes putting a girl's tit sweat all over your face? lol or do they just... drink it? Chug it straight from the jar like some nasty sports drink? It's so fucking gross. Honestly.