I arrive at my yoga class already feeling the pressure building, trying to stay calm and composed. But the stretching makes it impossible to hold back, and a few quiet farts slip out before I can stop them. Embarrassed at first, I realize the instructor is paying very close attention and he likes my farts. That only makes it harder to hold them in. With every pose and movement, more farts escape, louder and more frequent, until I completely give in and let my body take over. What starts shy quickly turns shameless as my yoga session fills with nonstop farts I can't and won't stop.
