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What I Learned From Peeing on the Dressing Room Floor

My Painfully Embarrassing Story About Wasted Opportunity

By WeedBeThinkingPublished 5 years ago 3 min read
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A few months ago there was this party. It was a theme party with specific colors that everyone had to wear. To the mall! My friends and I declared. So off on an adventure we went. We went store to store in search of the perfect outfits, and with every passing store, my bladder said "hey, let’s go!" And every time I’d say, "We can hold off a bit longer." Seeing how it's 2019 and malls are practically ghost towns, especially for chubsters like me, it’s no surprise that I didn’t find what I was looking for at the mall. So I disappointingly drove my friends home, and headed to my own house where the bathroom awaited me.

That's When It Happened

As I pulled up at the red light close to my house, I remembered there was a plus-sized clothing store around the corner that was going to close in 30 minutes. I can make it! I told myself, zooming through the red light, and making a sharp u-turn to the store. As I shopped in the store, I felt the weight of the water in my bladder grow. I can hold off a little longer, I convinced myself as I pulled on a sexy, tight, white dress, and checked out my perfectly amplified ass in the small dressing room mirror. Suddenly, the slight pressure in my bladder became a heavy set man sitting on a water balloon. I gasped for air, crossing my legs as tight as I could and breathing like a pregnant woman.

Whoot whoot whoom.

Whoot whoot whoom.

When I felt a bit of reprieve, I began peeling the dress off my body, now damp from my nervous sweating. As I attempted to wriggle the damp dress up and off me, my legs still hugging one another for dear life, I felt a warm tingle of dread crawl down my vag, through my panties, and onto my legs. Fuck, I murmured pulling harder at the too tight dress. Who the fuck did I think I was squeezing all this into a damn XL anyway?! I thought as I finally got the dress off and whipped up my own clothes, but alas: it was too late. The flood came gushing out of me like Niagara Falls, loudly hitting the linoleum floor, and worse of all: leaving a stretch of urine in the air.

What This Tale of Woe Taught Me:

Since this embarrassing event, I now do two things:

  1. Never step foot in that damn store
  2. When I see a fucking bathroom, I go!

The latter has actually taught me some things about my goals.

The reason I didn’t use the Primark bathroom or any of the mall bathrooms, or heck, even the bathroom of the plus size store when I got there is because I thought I was too good for those bathrooms. “I can wait” I told myself. No matter how powerful my urge to pee became, I refused to use a bathroom that I didn’t consider up to my standards, and look where that got me? Cleaning up my stinky urine off the floor of a dressing room with my favorite jacket.

Turning our noses up at opportunities.

Many of us have the mentality that certain opportunities aren't actually opportunities, because they are too small.

I’m not taking that modeling gig, they’re not paying me, and it’s just for a portfolio.

I’m not performing at that venue! It only holds 20 people!

So we say no to all the little opportunities, turn our noses up at all the public bathrooms, not realizing we are wasting our talent; that our bladder is about to burst.

I understand the statement “know your worth.” That’s a motto I tell myself quite regularly, but at the same time you can’t squander your talent because nothing is good enough. Social media has a funny way of convincing people that no one struggles: no one ever had to take a pay cut or start small scale. It’s a lie. It’s a flex.

Know your worth means know where you're headed: have a vision of your future. But you have to start somewhere to get there.

Not every bathroom will be your-house-bathroom-comfortable and familiar—and not every bathroom will be a hotel bathroom—fancy and beautiful. But please don't pee the dressing room floor! Bring your best self to every single venue, modeling gig, or whatever, and eventually you'll be exactly where you want to be.

As for me? I'm headed to the bathroom.

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