little bitty girl

So awhile ago, I mentioned the fact that I was a "bashful pooper" and it is probably one of my more popular posts. I would like to say that I have gotten over this poopy problem but unfortunately, it's not true. I am still as bashful as ever.

Why do I bring this up after all this time? Because I honestly thought, reaching the ripe old age of 30, that I would be over this issue. After all, it is such a natural part of being a human being. Alas! I have gained no further wisdom when it comes to this.

I had a comment on the "Bashful Pooper" post that males felt the same thing. But I really think that the commenter was a minority. Boys still go pooping whenever they have need and many females I know go constipated or uncomfortable as ever.

Why do women feel so much shame when it comes to such a natural act? Is it a need to be "feminine" or "fragile"? I am not sure.

After all, what goes in, must come out.

But here I am. Still weirded out by my poop.

I honestly do think my parents should have bought me this book. And that is why this is one of the first books I bought for the beloved godchild.

Ironic that it should be one of her favourites. Secretly, I am hoping that "poop" will be one of her first words other than mama, dada, hi, bye and no.

That would be ironic.

Because Marie is also weirded out by pooping around other people. And yet she makes fun of me for my fear.

And that would be very funny.

For me, anyways.