BEAUTY Editor Tara Ledden is a self-confessed sweaty girl, but she’s found an unexpected – and affordable – solution to her pit problems . . .
While the majority of Brits are rejoicing at the heatwave that’s currently sweeping the UK, soaring summer temperatures are my worst nightmare. Let me explain. As a beauty editor, people expect me to be perfectly preened at all times.
And with endless products at my disposal and free treatments offered on a daily basis, I understand why you would come to that conclusion. But the reality couldn’t be more different. Far from being glam 24/7, I’ve been harbouring a dirty little secret — I sweat .
. . A LOT.
At this time of year, I can’t walk into a room without first apologising for being clammy. No hugs or handshakes, please — that will be unpleasant for everyone involved. I’ve lost count of the number of times someone’s given me a SULA — sweaty upper lip alert, the catch phrase coined by Emma Roberts’ character, Poppy, in teen flick Wild Child.
And my “dewy” skin means make-up marketed as “luminous” or “radiant” is a no-no. But it’s BO that has been my biggest beauty paranoia for over a decade. I’m so scared of smelling sour, that I keep a deodorant in my desk drawer and I don’t own a single item of grey clothing for fear of sweat stains showing.
I know I need to be in black, white, or a pattern to disguise the dreaded wet patches. Over the years, I’ve tried anything I could get my hands on .