Warning: this post has some mention of bodily functions. If this offends,
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Someone commented over on my 101 in 1001 list recently, noting that one of my items, “get a massage,” should be easy. In theory, it is easy to get a massage any day of the week. I know lots of people who get massages, and believe me, I would LOVE to get one and enjoy it.
You may think you know where I’m going with this one: the body/naked issue. While that has been a factor in my hesitation to get a massage, it pales in comparison to the real reason I’m scared.
Farting (aka pooting, flatulence, tooting, “ripping one” and breaking wind)
In 2007, I had my first and only massage. It was during phase I of my bachelorette party in which my lovely friends had gotten me an hour long massage, and they all had spa treatments as well. I stripped and once I was situated and properly covered on the table, I was pretty comfortable. The massage therapist was a woman of about 25 who was plenty friendly.
About 15 minutes into the blissful experience, I felt some pressure inside my belly, and I knew I was in trouble. The next 45 minutes I was tensed up like crazy trying not to break wind in front of this stranger.
The massage therapist kept saying how tense I was, and I didn’t say a word. My mind raced during the entire 45 minutes of agony wondering what to do. Is this normal? Do I just “relax” and let it out? Do I tell her to stop and go away for a while? Then what about the smell – would the aromatherapy drown it out?
Of course I laid there tensed up like crazy, and left none the more relaxed.
And that, my friends, is why I’ve been afraid to get a massage 🙂