…like how much truth is ^this?
my mother use to grab the vicks and slather it on me.
she also tried to make me drink buckleys.
ugh.
that tasted like straight up black plague,
but it worked tho.
i always try to keep vicks in my medicine cabinet.
rub it on,
wear some heavy clothing,
and prepare to sweat it out.
i loved reading all of these #growingupblack nostalgia on twitter.
black folks are a resourceful bunch aren’t we?
oh and how about this:

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