For a minimal schvitzer like myself (I recently stopped wearing deodorant all together, thanks to some wise words from my friend Cameron Diaz), I love the way silky fabrications feel on warm summer evenings. Georgette and washed silk have a way of dancing in the midsummers night's breeze. 

I could continue writing about how great a silky summer shift looks draped over my not-so-sweaty armpits, but I have a feeling you're more interested in the fact that I stopped wearing deodorant. Well, here's the deal...

My friend Cameron Diaz recently told E! News, "I don't believe in antiperspirant. It's really bad for you. I haven't used it for almost 20 years."

It got me thinking. I'm sort of that freak child that doesn't sweat. Ever. I do intense workouts five days per week, yet I could bottle a months-worth of sweat drips into a mere miniature Visine bottle. Actually, I think I'd need two months to fill a bottle of that size.

So why was I allowing this {so-called} toxic white substance to permeate my skin each morning? Would I smell without it? 

I gave myself a two week test. I hid my deodorant in a back drawer in my bathroom to avoid a routine slip-up. I committed for two weeks-- despite the Soul Cycle spin classes, the all day beach days in 85 degree heat, the date nights, and worst of all, the 12-hour photo shoot days. Each time at the end of a hard days work and play, I asked a brave confidant in the room to smell my pits. Well, I haven't lost a friend yet...

Oh, and as for my "other" friend, Cameron? I call her my friend because we have the same birthday. And we both don't wear deodorant. Therefore, if we ever met, she would probably want to be friends with me, too.