Two Weeks Without A Shower

The Challenge: 

Going two weeks without a shower.


Since I’m out on the road with another being who doesn’t bathe regularly (Bowie), I figured I would see if I could swing two weeks without sudsing up. Totally a personal fun challenge. Spending a lot of time alone tends to lead to a lack of personal hygiene, at least for me anyways. So, due to a tinge of laziness and just to see if I could do it, I gave myself the two-week challenge.

My Lack Of Soap History:

Before this self-induced challenge, I had been right at six days without a shower thanks to my time on the Appalachian Trail. At that time I was super dirty and sweaty, and by that sixth day, I was aching for a shower. In my current state of life, I sweat less and don’t find myself trudging in the wilderness as long.

During this two-week span of time, I did wipe down with baby wipes occasionally. I would also swipe on deodorant when I was knowingly going to be in close quarters with others, and I did rinse out my hair once in a public park sink. I, however, remained faithful to my pledge, and only used soap to wash my hands; no other body parts. After the first week, I knew I had it in the bag.

Post Overdue Shower:

My skin felt very dry and brittle. Yes, the shower did feel good as did shaving but it wasn’t the best shower of my life. My skin sucked up what was sure to be a gallon of lotion, and my hair felt crunchy and itchy.

During the two weeks, my skin felt totally fine. My hair was a little oily but not terrible.

What I Learned:

Nothing significant came from this. I don’t know what I expected, maybe the hygiene fairy to get me? My life was not significantly affected by a lack of soap; if anything not taking a shower benefited the world by saving water and gave me at least five to ten extra minutes extra each day.

It did, however, allow me to identify the fact that showering or bathing is a little overrated; I didn’t even miss it. I think society forces this weird fear of not continually smelling like a dessert food or bouquet of flowers on us. The reality is smelling like a dessert food, or a bouquet of flowers is unnatural and typically only makes others hungry or sneezy.

I’m not sure that anyone who was around me even noticed I had not made friends with a bar of soap. If I did smell in any way, I never noticed any sideways glances or pinched noses. I was however acutely aware of my leg hair and armpit hair; definitely hit a personal record for length of pit hair.

Final Thoughts:

I can’t believe I used to shower every day; what a waste of water and time.



(I Like To Smell The Flowers, NOT Smell Like One)

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3 thoughts on “Two Weeks Without A Shower

  1. Aloha,
    Personally, when I sweat a lot in my tiny apartment, I have to take a shower to get rid of the stickyness. I’m assuming you did keep your private parts clean during your two week shower hiatus to get rid of butt stank. LOL
    I envy your life on the road. I live on Oahu, so living on the road is not an option. If I can get enough money together to move back to the mainland, I could see me back on the road exploring. I really miss road trips and camping.


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