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The restroom is probably the only place where people can actually be alone especially freshman year in college. It’s a place of solace and also a place where people exert themselves after a night of intoxication, pooping, peeing, and discovering pregnancy test results. We love our restrooms: a place of solace yet a place of anxiety. “Is my poop color healthy?” “What happens when your period blood is black?” “Why are my pubes shedding?” All questions we address to yahoo answers. Which is sometimes counterproductive and heightens anxiety. It's a place where bodies are made objective. The sexual consent and check-yourself-before-you-wreck-yourself posters in the stalls also deal with the body objectively. I want to highlight this anxiety and the perspective of the body that is dealt with in the restroom.