The first thing I want you to know, dear reader, is that I’ve spent a long time debating if I should write this blog or not. There will always be hesitation when starting a blog, and it’s not for a lack of material, but for the work that’s behind it. There’s the producing, and the organizing, and the proof reading, and the unenviable spelling mistakes that will sneak through regardless of proof reading – mistakes that will make my English degree from University look like a joke. And then there is the pressure to be read. The entire thing is worse than High School. I’m also bit of a perfectionist so if I am going to spend time ‘blogging’, I’m going to spend my blogging time making my blog damn beautiful. I’m going to BLOG. I want to be star! Hashtag Goal setting.
Which leads me to my hesitation. As much as I want to be a star, I don’t want to be a star for my digestive system and poor health. I have always had a stomach and bowel issues. I’m embarrassed even typing b-o-w-e-l! I avoid the word so much I spelt it bowl in my first draft. #true. All my life I’ve kept my rocky bowels as best a secret as I could. Further more, I was raised in a house where it’s impolite to talk about your malfunctioning organs, and unbecoming to swear. And yet here I am starting a blog, inspired by the time I shit my pants at work, and cursing like a sailor about it.
Rewind, you what?!
I shit my pants,
And experienced many other awkward hilarious sensations. More to the point, I’m just a normal 23 year old living in the city trying to find my place. Looking for love. Seeking acceptance. And on a quest for a good time - does it NOT sound like I could co-star in the Mindy Project? HOWEVER! I find it a bit of a stretch to be hot and sexy while dashing to the loo or doubled over in cramps. AND YET, out there in the ether are fellow sexy comrades who have also shit their pants, or gotten a colonoscopy, or struggles with consistent migraine, or are in a deep depression. The point is you can’t always see the struggle. But it’s there. And it’s ok. And as much as I don’t want everyone I know to know I shit my pants, I think it’s important for people to understand there are people shitting their pants. Every day. Probably right now. And it sucks, and it’s funny, and that’s just life.
So join me on this odd adventure and feel free to comment or laugh or cry or what ever your emotions will you to do.
Stay Gutsy,
Tegan <3
