Here at Lily Bird, we feature personal stories written by smarty pants women from our community. That’s because telling your bladder who’s boss is better as a team sport. These women get you. They’re in your corner. And they’re here to remind you that your body isn’t broken. Hey, bodies age, bladders leak, and movie sequels bomb. Right?
Sumita’s got us covered this week with a story about what happens when leaks get their 15 minutes of fame.
Okay… I’ll confess. I love being called a hotshot editor. And, why not?! After all, I’m heading one of the most popular film and glamor magazines in the country. So obviously, since I rub shoulders with the rich ‘n’ famous, I appear confident, smart and professional… everything an editor should be.
But I did have a deep dark secret till some time back. I have bladder leaks. It’s a fact I had been extremely ashamed of until recently.
Let’s admit it, leaks are a taboo in our sophisticated world of confident, beautiful professionals, but they’re also a reality. However, I preferred to be in complete denial and so would not acknowledge, speak, or discuss this problem with anybody else. After all, who wants to be judged, right?
I preferred to be in complete denial and so would not acknowledge, speak, or discuss this problem with anybody else.
Life went on as normal until I was granted an interview with a top actress. It was a bit of a coup as she wasn’t talking to the media at that time, but she had made an exception for me. I should have been over the moon. But that particular day, I was having a rough day with my leaks. So though the triumph of getting her interview was immense, I sat rather gingerly on her shiny leather black couch. To make things worse, her living room was filled with roses and the heavy scent was making me sneeze which didn’t help my truant bladder.
Despite my heavy bladder, I conducted the interview as professionally as I could. However, I do admit that throughout the interview, I had just one thought stuck in my mind, “I need to visit the washroom to check if I soiled my skirt.” So as the interview ended, I hurriedly excused myself to go to the washroom. After I returned to the actress’s living room, my horrified eyes spotted a mark on the shiny black leather sofa. Was that me? Or was it my imagination? I tried not to look at it and found a seat somewhere else.
It doesn’t matter who – rich, poor, famous or regular – there are many women who have the same woe.
After the interview, I chatted casually with the actress and we discussed a lengthy press conference that had happened in the city. She laughed out aloud and told me rather casually, “You’re not going to believe it. But I was so tense at this press conference. The AC had been turned down extremely low and my bladder was overflowing. As it is I have a problem with leaks, and the press conference was going on and on. In the end, I couldn’t handle it any longer and had to excuse myself to the washroom.
The actress said the word “leaks” with so much ease that suddenly, I felt that I was making a mountain of a molehill. I felt a little flustered as I was wondering whether she had narrated this story after seeing the tell-tale mark on her shiny sofa.
But after that incident, I’ve come to terms with my leaks. In fact, I have discussed it with my colleagues and have found there are a lot of women who suffer from leaks, just like me. The word “leaks” is no longer a taboo. It doesn’t matter who – rich, poor, famous or regular – there are many women who have the same woe. The only problem is the lack of awareness. More women should come out in the open and speak about it. I did and that made me feel empowered and confident.
More women should come out in the open and speak about it. I did and that made me feel empowered and confident.
So now, I’m better prepared. If by chance I do get into another sticky situation, I’ll handle it rather calmly or just laugh about it rather than getting myself into a state of panic.
Now I have just learned to live with it and laugh my way merrily with my leaks.
By Sumita C.
Sumita C. is the editor of India’s biggest film magazine and hobnobs with the stars. For her, life sure is super glam. However in the last two years, she has secretly been wrestling with the dreaded leaks. But now Sumita has happily come to terms with her woe and happily rubs shoulders with the rich ‘n’ famous without getting jittery about the ‘L’ word.
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