• The Original Squatty Potty - Made in U.S.A. As seen on Shark Tank and The Howard Stern Show
  • The Squatty Potty Original has 2 sizes that work perfectly with ANY standard (14"-15.5”) or comfort height (16""-18”) toilet. If you are a new squatter, the 7” is a great place to start and if you are limber or consider yourself an advanced squatter, a 9"" Squatty Potty will work best.
  • The Squatty Potty may feel different at first, but the body quickly adjusts and the new healthy way of eliminating quickly becomes second nature. For most people, the difference is immediate while for some it takes about a week to adjust, relax and get things moving.
  • Doctor recommended / endorsed, Strong & durable, Family-friendly
  • Made of durable hard Polyurethane plastic, easy to clean. Dimensions: 21 x 13 x 7 inch

You are pooping wrong. The Squatty Potty is correct. This thing is glorious. I read a review which included taking your pants off to use this, and yes, you will want to take your pants off. Its just more comfortable since your feet are further apart than the usual wrong-way poop stance. After the first time I used the little stool, I found it was just easier to go #2. It was like everything just fell out. Quickly also, there wasn't any getting settled in time and starting to play your favorite game or read the news. Just started right away. If you're not careful your #2's will slide out before you're even ready. Once the initial deuce is over and you think you're all done, just wait. Relax, play that game and enjoy your alone time. After a few minutes, more #2 will be ready to go. A second deuce! There was more in there, normally waiting for your next bowel movement, but with how you're sitting with your feet propped up on the stool, somehow it jostles loose and it ready to go now! Great addition to bathroom time, even my wife agrees with me! Buy the taller of the two, most toilets are at least the height recommended for the 9" version. Fun fact: 10 minutes on the can at work every day is like an additional week of vacation every year. If you are one who can bring a Squatty Potty to work, more power to you!

We purchased the 9" stool. It was way too high. We had to get the 7". I thought the larger one would work for us because our toilet is really high and we are tall. Our knees were almost to our ears.

I gingerly climbed on top of the plastic contraption now ringing my porcelain throne. It soon became apparent that I couldn't keep my britches at my ankles as I normally did. No, they had to go entirely, along with my underthings. And if there is anything more ridiculous on this planet than the sight of a human man wearing a t-shirt and nothing else, I have yet to experience it. So in the interest of saving myself this unfortunate view, I doffed the shirt as well. Now entirely naked, I again attempted to step onto the device. I was unsure, but it seemed to hold. I settled down to the seat, with only the extremities of my posterior touching. My knees were up at my chest. This, plus my complete nakedness, felt very primal. It felt third-world and adventurous. It felt... RIGHT. I concentrated on the task at hand. I had felt a slight urge to go, and had been eager to try out the new purchase. I had been intrigued by the promise that my business would henceforth require substantially less effort on my part, because of the wild beast–man position it forced upon me. But I was still skeptical. It sounded too good to be true. Surely the difference couldn't be that dras— HOLY HELL I'M POOPING. Well, let me clarify. It wasn’t so much that I was dropping a deuce. Oh, it was being dropped; that much was undeniable. But I couldn't really claim agency on said descent. Gravity was doing the work. I was merely the meaty husk from which it made its hasty escape. Used to more of a segmented approach to waste disposal, I was quite surprised that the creature making its egress from my nethers had more the appearance of a python. Smooth, and consistent in width, it coiled luxuriously in a pool of toilet water that is (or at least was) cleaner than the water that most of the people on this planet drink. As it continued to coil, my emotional state flowed from one of surprise, to horror, to amazement, and then again to horror as the snake coiled higher and higher, like soft serve ice cream at an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet. It was now surfacing above the water line. But still, the snake showed no signs that it was anywhere near finished with its journey. In a panic, I pawed at the flusher. The poor toilet strained, but eventually sent things on their way. But I wasn’t done yet. As the toilet flushed the waste away, more came to replace it. As the flush subsided, the coil started anew. And then I was done. I tried to catch my breath as the toilet flushed a second time. I felt my liver shift and expand, unsure what to do with all the extra space now afforded to it. I cleaned up and stood, almost dizzy after the affair. “Wow. A+++”, I thought to myself. “Would poop again.” “Very well,” my bowels seemed to answer, “let’s have another go!” “Surely you’re joking”, I thought, scrambling to once again work myself into proper Tarzanic stance. There couldn’t possibly be anything left inside of me. I genuinely began to worry that what would come out next might be some vital organ, brought to a freedom-seeking frenzy by all the commotion. But no, it was yet another perfectly formed tube of human excrement. I sat, mouth agape, as number two (round two) breached the water line and came to a graceful finish, leaving an improbable conical shape below me. As I flushed the toilet for the third time in what had astoundingly only been about 70 seconds I wondered if life would ever be the same again.

So my Squatty Potty arrived yesterday and this morning I christened it. My first reaction was, pretty good, but not great. I must admit that I got a complete evacuation in very short order - maybe 60 seconds when I am accustomed to perching for 10 minutes or even longer. But then, something strange happened. Over the next several hours there was a residual cascading effect that heightened my morning. I would say that at this point I am very much looking forward to what tomorrow may bring. Update: I showed this to a friend and he asked me to describe in more detail the "residual cascading effect" so here it is to the best of my ability: When I first finished the most notable thing about my digestive movement was how quickly it took to commence and even more so how quickly it took to finish. 60 to 90 seconds max squat time. I also observed at that moment a certain satisfaction about the completeness of the act. It was fast and furious but in a gentle sort of way. No starting and stopping, either, it was very consistent. But still, at the point of completion, my senses was that while I had no complaints at all I had been expecting some kind of life changing experience due to all the add and hype I'd seen and heard; to that end I think there was a bit of a feeling of disappointment. But as I had time to reflect on the act in the moments immediately up through 2 to 3 hours after I realized that I had indeed experienced a most exceptional bowel evacuation. The sensation I felt was part in my colon and part in my brain and was a sort of total satisfaction, contentment, satiety, peace of mind. There was a pep in my step and excitement in my voice that I simply haven't felt since I can't remember when. The BM occurred around approximately 8am and the peak sensation occurred probably around 10 or 11 and and I can still feel it to a small degree although it's mostly passed at the time of this writing which is 2:15 pm.

I love my squatty potty. My friends and coworkers, however, do not love my habit of endlessly professing the superiority of my pooping habits compared to theirs. Shout it from the mountain.

My life has two beginnings. When I was born, and then when I first used my squats potty. Everything is different now. Colors are brighter, music is sweeter... my only regret is that I wish I could deficate more often so I had more quality time with my dear friend, Lionel, my squatting potty. What a pleasure bathroom time has become.

Okay...I wanted this not to be so great cuz it's kind of embarrassing, but it is!! After having a surgical injury and being on around-the-clock antibiotics for an extended period, my bowel movements have not been normal (I will leave it at that). This helps complete elimination so I feel "done" after I go. I have the 9" and I'm 5' 8" and flexible, so it works for me, but I would think a smaller person or someone not flexible may want the lower version.

All hail the mighty squatty! This thing is a life-changer. Yeah, I know, you go just fine...we all thought we did...but what you fail to realize is that it can get better...and when it does, you won't want to go back to the old way. Once you get used to poppin' a squat you'll be giving them away as xmas presents to your whole family, true story bro. FYI, the 9" is TALL! Not for people with knee injuries and/or small toilets. However, after having used a 7" for 2 years now...I'm ready to step up to the 9" version.

Unbelievable that I've been performing a basic bodily function incorrectly my entire life. This is a wonderful product that is well worth the money. It allows one to adopt a natural, healthy position without giving up a western style toilet. You just have to use it to truly appreciate it.

I LOVE THIS THING! It has completely changed my life! No more long, drawn-out trips to the bathroom agonizing as to whether I'll be able to do the doodoo. No more wondering if what I'm feeling is as agonizing as childbirth. FINALLY, fast & smooth bowel movements carried out almost exclusively by natural peristalsis! Oh.Em.Gee!! I was hesitant to pay for a piece of plastic that sits around my toilet seat, but let me tell you, it's the best money you can spend!