It's not my genes, it my Shoes

My small high school had two students with this condition. They were second-cousins or something.

The poor guys were ostracized so badly. Even the teachers would yell at them to take showers.

Thankfully, the two ended up in the Theatre program where we were a little more understanding.

But, it would be very common to have to go looking for one of them who had locked himself in one of the sound-proof practice rooms so he could cry.

my first girlfriend had this problem. at night, i couldn't sleep under the sheets. it would always stink like rotting baked fish. during personal times, it would ruin the mood. it stunk!