It started in a hotel room in Lisbon.
I was forty-eight hours into a work trip when I unwrapped the hotel's exfoliating mitt and felt the same micro-tear sting I'd been ignoring at home for fifteen years. I'd thrown out three loofahs that month. I'd bought a body brush, a silicone scrubber and none of it actually worked without making my skin look angry.
On the flight home I sketched out what a better shower cloth would have to do gentler, faster-drying, antibacterial without chemistry and over the next eighteen months we made it. RYDA is the towel I wish someone had handed me in that hotel room.
