She is beloved for her candidness, and now mummy blogger Laura Mazza has written her most popular post yet.
Laura, who writes Mum on the Run, recently shared a hilarious tale of how she passed gas multiple times at the worst moment – during her first ever yoga class.
The Melbourne mum’s hilarious post racked up more than 34,000 likes and has been shared nearly 20,000 times on Facebook.
Melbourne mummy blogger Laura Mazza, recently shared a hilarious tale of how she passed gas multiple times at the worst moment – during her first ever yoga class
It all began when Laura’s physiotherapist recommend she try yoga to help with muscle separation.
Laura’s abdominal wall separated after she had her children, causing her stomach to ‘point out like a cone’, she wrote in the beginning of the post.
‘I am trying to get fitter and fix it, so it was suggested by a physio to try yoga,’ she continued.
She donned a pair of yoga pants, joking she realised she had quite a few ‘for someone who has never done yoga’, as well as her ‘regular nanna jocks’.
It was when the mum-of-two strolled into the room and saw candles that she realised the class might be more intense than she bargained for.
‘I’m thinking, holy s*** this is real yoga, not like 5, 6, 7, 8 and stretch,’ she wrote. ‘This is, “I’m going to go to a high place of enlightenment” right here’.
Laura then revealed she tried to hide in the corner as the instructor and regulars chatted about their lives, hoping no one would notice her ‘hairy toes’.
Laura (pictured with her son) has racked up more than 34,000 likes with her hilarious post, which has been shared nearly 20,000 times on Facebook
Laura (pictured with her daughter) decided to try yoga after her physiotherapist recommended it for muscle separation
Laura’s abdominal wall separated after she had her children, causing her stomach to ‘point out like a cone’, she revealed – posting a picture of her stomach in a separate story
But then the instructor notices she’s new, asking Laura ‘We are blessed with the company of?’, in an attempt to get her name.
‘And then I replied with “Oh yes, and I am blessed with your company”‘, Laura hilariously revealed.
‘I don’t know why I said that,’ she added. ‘Probably because I’m a social idiot.’
The class began, and at first everything seemed like it might be okay. Laura felt a ‘nice crack’ in her back and was feeling confident in her abilities.
And then they had to move into downward facing down, and that’s when everything took a turn for the smelly.
Laura revealed that she had been having IBS symptoms for the last few weeks, which included farts that smelled like a mixture of a ‘rotten egg and an incineration plant’.
‘And somewhere between the dolphin position and the three-legged dog, two of those burning garbage eggs slip out and I fart,’ she wrote.
Laura (pictured with her husband) revealed she had been suffering from IBS symptoms the last few weeks – including smelly farts – and that they happened to occur right as class started
‘I farted. I farted at yoga. I’m a walking cliche. My pelvic floor has failed me.’
The farts are quiet so at first Laura thinks she’s in the clear. And then the smell hit.
‘I died inside, and now I officially smell like something has also died inside,’ she wrote.
Laura decides to try and find peace with what just happened, telling herself it’s fine and that ‘everyone farts’.
She continues with the class and moves into downward facing frog as the instructor comes around to help push everyone lower into the ground.
And just as the instructor comes up behind Laura, another fart escapes.
Or, as Laura described it: ‘The loudest trumpet comes out of my a**’.
‘Oh my god, sweet baby Jesus, what just happened,’ she recalled thinking. ‘I’m dreaming. Surely. I’m in a nightmare.’
Laura ran right out of the class when the second fart came right as the instructor was pushing down her backside to help with a position
Laura abandoned her yoga mat, grabbed her things, and ran right out the door.
And as she turned to close it, the entire class staring at her in shock.
But her teacher simply bows her head, places her hands together, and tells Laura ‘namaste’.
Laura ran straight to McDonald’s, where she cried tears of laughter into her sundae and declared she would never go to yoga again.
Her followers have praised Laura for the brutally honest post, with many remarking that it had left them in tears of laughter of their own.
Laura was so blown away by the popularity of the story that she thanked her followers in a separate post.
‘I’m truly proud and can say in ten years time to my children that mummy made her mark on this world,’ she wrote.
‘They’ll ask me, “How did you do it mum?” And I’ll say, “Well, I wrote about the time I farted son.”‘