You were doing yoga outdoors, wearing your gray tights and a short-sleeved shirt, enjoying the sun and the silence. Everything was perfect until, in a deep pose, you felt that unexpected urge.

You tried to get to the bathroom, but you couldn’t make it, and the little accident took you by surprise. You stood still for a moment, blushing, and then let out a nervous laugh as you thought, “Well, nature has seen worse.”Feeling the poop coming out in my yoga tights was something inexplicable—warm, wet, sticky. It excited me, and I kept doing what seemed like a client’s job turned out to be something wonderful.