Sit Down and Go Poop

I recently received a most thoughtful and sincere gift from my father: a large, reddish brown poster that so eloquently reads “Sit Down and Go Poop”. It currently hangs on my bathroom wall, facing the toilet, constantly reminding me of the importance of my bowel movements.

I am so very thankful for this poster. I, like so many others, often get so wrapped up in school, work, and life in general, that I forget the simple necessary tasks that need to be accomplished. Now, every time I go to the bathroom, I have a kind, reddish brown reminder right in front of my eyes.

Some might think this poster is inappropriate or demanding. And I might agree. Maybe it should have included a nice “please” in there. But no one can deny that this poster speaks the truth, and for that, I am thankful.

So there on the wall it shall hang, facing the toilet, because everyone needs a small reminder now and then to sit down and go poop.


Long Hair Don’t Care

About a year and a half ago, I decided that the knots and tangles and tears that came with having beautiful flowing hair were too much for me to handle.

So I chopped it all off.

I was the proud wearer of a short and spunky pixie cut. I loved my new hair and it allowed me to become more comfortable with myself, to not hide behind my hair. However, I am the type of person who constantly needs change. I’ve recently become tired of not being able to use hair ties, try out pinterest hairstyles, or wear an elsa inspired braid. So I decided to grow it out.

I have been patiently waiting, slowly seeing my hair grow over the tops of my ears, over my eyes, touching my nose. I’ve survived the dreaded mullet, the bowl cut, and now my hair is in what most would consider an extremely short bob. And this morning, I discovered something very exciting.

Everyone has bad hair days, but with short hair, there’s not much you can do about it except grin and bear it. This morning, as usual, my hair was a mess when I woke up. But I was running very late to school. So I grabbed a hair tie and prayed. I scooped up the top layer of my hair and quickly threw it back. And my day was made.

Yes, I looked as though I had a tail coming out of my parietal lobe. But in that moment, with my tiny tuft of hair protruding from my scalp, I was ecstatic.

This small bit of ridiculousness is a small ray of hope. Let people stare while I walk down the hallway. As I walk with a spring in my step, my little bundle of reddish brown hair will bounce up and down and I shall be proud. I grew this hair myself. And I am proud.