I will never stop eating vegetables again. I have a story that i will never forget and it has taught that eating vegetables is important. When i was 12-14, i was able to control what i was eating more. so what that meant to me was no vegetables and just junk food. my parents are very ignorant to what me and my brothers ate so we cooked for ourselves alot and they ate what they wanted, so eating what i wanted wasnt really that hard since my brothers didnt care either. it was quite insane that i didnt die in those 2 years because i ate so little vegetables. its insane. i got anemia and high cholesterol from this issue, but in my case, it wasnt that bad. i just had to take some meds and the doctor told me to start eating vegetables more. but little ol’ me would listen. i kept deepthroating all that junk food to my teenage hearts desire. all the junk food and unhealthy food i wanted. i was particularly a fan of carbs so i ate that the most. little did i know, that my actions would have terrible consequences.

When i was 14, i hadnt shit for 5 days. Ive had constipation issues my whole life because of my unruly diet so it felt normal at the time. my normal shitting cycle was one big shit then it would build up for 3 days then i would shit again. i was thinking to myself that this could just be a rough week and that it would be over soon. it did not. day 6 is when the pain started to kick in. my stomach would start squeezing and cramping in mild but bad pain and i would start lying down and wincing very hard. i knew it was the shit. day 7, the pain had gotten so much worse. i would lie down on my bed, crying, thinking about how i could overcome this issue. i thought to myself, “its been too long. it WILL come tomorrow” well, i was wrong. the next day went by and i have had enough at that point. i went into the medicine cabinet, grabbed the laxatives, took like 4 or 5 fucking pills and fucking downed that shit. it still didnt come at that point so i just went down to sleep. but little did i know, that was foreshadowing a horrible disaster.

i woke up at about 3 am, and i knew in my gut that a storm was coming. my stomach grumbles with a deep roar and i feel my intestines squeeze in pain, so i run to the bathroom while enduring this horrible pain. i started taking off my pants before getting into the bathroom and i opened and closed the door faster than anyone couldve ever have. i sat on the toilet, put my arms on my thighs and i tried to push; but nothing even kissed the inside of my sphincter. i thought to myself, “how?!? i can feel this monster inside of me, but he wont come out?!” i kept pushing and squeezing as hard as i could while fighting off the worst pain ive ever felt in my whole life, yet to no avail. no matter how much i tried, no matter how much sweat, pain, or tears i put into the effort of pushing, no shit would even peek out. at this point, i was hugging my knees while trying not to cry or make noise, otherwise id wake my parents. i was massaging my stomach to hopefully persuade my intestines to let out the shit that was ruining my night. but it didnt. it only hinted at the chaos that was yet to come. it was coming. disaster. i massaged my stomach some more while my face is wrecked with wrinkles. my intestines sounded as if there was a ship in a storm sloshing around in my stomach cavity. the storm. i knew it was coming. i felt as if i lost. i felt as if i couldnt win because of the torment my body was in. at that point, i thought i was at a dead end. i thought i would lose this battle. i thought the shit storm wouldve overtaken me. my pride was defeated by this...by this atrocious behemoth inside. “when will he be released? when will he spare me? when will this torment end?” i thought to myself. tears were rolling down my face while my body was shaking. it felt like the end. i couldnt endure it any longer. it hurt. it hurt me and my soul. i felt hopeless. but i saw a light at the end of the tunnel.

my asshole started widening and widening and i felt some dripping rolling down my cheeks. i looked up with hope and started to push. my asshole suddenly blinked open like a crack in the earth, and shit started to plummet down my cheeks down to the toilet water. it didnt stop. it kept sloshing down. i didnt know what my emotion was, but it was definitely positive. the shit was nothing but liquid with some soft solids. it definitely hurt. after i finished fighting the chaos, i felt Poseidon kiss my ass, as if to say thank you for releasing him from my stomach prison. i looked up, and felt euphoria coarse through my veins. i was so relieved. i looked down at the toilet and i could not believe what i saw. it looked like shrek just ate me out. its impossible to describe. there was blood and everything. it was so unbelievably disgusting. i tried wiping the aftermath on my ass, but it burned like hell. i took some water in a glass and poured it down my ass. i wiped, and put the toilet paper in the toilet. i flushed with pride. i walked out the bathroom knowing that ive won a hard battle. i still have mental scars from the war, but it was ok. i was ok knowing i have fought the struggle that was that shit. i was ok knowing i would be sleeping with no pain. i was ok knowing i won. i have defeated the beast- no, i let him free. i cried. i fought. i won.

Please listen to me when i tell you, eat your vegetables. Please. i would not wish that experience on my worst enemy.

TL;DR: barely ate vegetables for 2 years, took the worst shit in my life