I explore ideas of the bathroom as a private/public space, a space of self-surveillance, of tension, of discomfort, of sickness, of health, of beautification, of built-up grime, of disgust, of confusion. As a person still grappling with my body, I experience constant anxieties around the use of washrooms, both public and private. I question the physicality of my own body by revisiting intergenerational traumas experienced in these domestic spaces. I have showered in many spaces, but there have been very few bathrooms where I have felt comfortable enough to take a bath in. I can count only six. I reveal my vulnerability through these constructed washrooms.