I honestly can't believe I'm even writing about this.

Oct 12, 2012 at 3:16pm | 566 comments

The coolest, most confident women I know, the ones who get up in arms about slutty Halloween costumes and binders full of women, very often don’t even feel comfortable enough to poop at work.
It seems when you’re in the midst of that “Everything is perfect, I’m perfect, you’re perfect” stage of a relationship, nobody poops.
These days, I actually lift a cheek and push the fart out with full force so it makes a noise like a barking trumpet, with the half-hearted "sorry" that is my one concession to my former modesty.
irritable bowel syndrome
I don’t remember a time before my “nervous stomach.” I missed countless bus rides to first grade, spent half of my ice skating lessons on the toilet.
the frisky
I would like to state for the record here that I believe engagement stories are never that interesting to anyone other than your parents and maybe your very best friend.