Because the failure wasn't yours. It wasn't mine. The failure was structural.
Gold Bond Original. Works for about two hours. Turns to paste in the fold the second I sweat. By lunch I was reapplying. The powder mixed with TMA-loaded sweat and basically became a smell paste sitting on my skin.
Lume. The whole-body one. I was so hopeful for this. Worked great on armpits. In folds it lasted about four hours. Because it was never designed for the inside-supplied odor we were dealing with.
Secret Clinical. I was using armpit deodorant under my breasts and between my thighs because I was that desperate. It blocked the surface. The TMA was still being delivered. It just sat under the antiperspirant layer until it broke through.
Baby wipes. Ten different brands. 20 minutes of feeling human. Then back to managing. Because the wipe cleaned the surface. The blood was still delivering more.
Biker shorts under every dress for three summers straight. Helped the chafing. Did absolutely nothing for what was coming out of my blood. I was less sore but still smelling. Still checking. Still managing.
The cotton bandana I cut up and wore between my underwear and my skin for a year. Someone on Reddit told me to do it. It absorbed the sweat. The smell was still there. Because the sweat was just the carrier. The thing in the sweat was the problem.
Prescription antiperspirant. I begged my doctor for it. That felt like the real move — going clinical. Getting the serious stuff. She prescribed it. I used it every day for two months. By 2pm. Gone. The strongest thing medicine had available. And it still failed by afternoon. Because the smell wasn't waiting for the prescription. It was being delivered through my blood on a schedule I couldn't interrupt.