Washing Your Bum Is a Spiritual Practice

I know this is a touchy topic to tackle, but hear me out: our bums are always behind us, through thick and thin, but we rarely pay our bum any meaningful attention. Our bums cushion us when we sit, catch us when we fall, and fill out those sexy jeans we have. We look at the bare bums of babies as adorable chunky cheeks and stare at the bums of adults with a glimmer of lust in our eyes. Bums are everywhere, we all have one, and we should be taking care of them.