It all began when I was 11 years old and
my mom decided that we would have a second hole pierced in our
ears. I thought it was great and went on to add 7 more.
At 13, I was put in a private school
and had to take out all of my earrings. I just about cried.
For two years I was in that school and didn't wear a piece of
Last month I got kicked out for dying
my hair (they said it was purple. it was malaysian cherry.
what idiots. lol.) and I immediately got my ears repierced. I
now have five earrings. Four in my left ear and one in my
Last week I decided to have my navel
pierced. I told my mom and she immediately called to find out
when they opened. The very next day I was sitting at the door
when Tattoos by Drew opened. I was so nervous I could barely
stand it. I knew my mother didn't care if I got pierced, but I
didn't think she would ever actually get around to taking me
to get it done. I didn't have much time to prepare mentally.
Which may be a good thing because thinking about it overnight
and on the car ride there scared the hell out of me. And it
was freezing in there.
Mom and I spent a while looking at
books of tattoos. Then, it was time.I wasn't taken to a
private little room. Nor was I put in a dentist-like chair. I
was pierced in front of about fifteen people on a narrow
little bench. I watched as Tom opened all the little baggies
and cleaned off my belly. Next he marked a spot and put the
clamps on. This part definitely was the worst. It was slightly
painful, but nothing unbearable. The clamps left a nasty
bruise on my belly. Tom remarked that I was almost too skinny
and he couldn't find any fat to grab. Thankfully, his humor
calmed me down slightly. Before I knew what happened I heard
my skin pop and looked down to see a needle through my
precious little belly button. It hadn't hurt a bit! I didn't
even know he had done it. The ring (14 gauge. silver with a
black bead)was slipped in and it was over. It had taken less
than ten minutes and I felt like an idiot for being so afraid.
He gave me a sheet explaining the
aftercare and we chatted for a minute, then I got really hot
and everything began to look purple. I could hardly see the
guy and it sounded like he was really far away.
Tom told me to sit down for a few
minutes, then I was fine. Later he told me that my eyes had
gotten really dilated and my mom said my lips turned white. I
almost passed out! Wow! I wasn't in pain. I was told that it
was quite normal.
He and Drew (the guy that does all
the ink) said that people pass out in there all the time. I
was even told that a guy passed out once from watching a girl
get her tongue pierced.
Anyway, its been a week and I love
it. I think I may have gotten addicted. Mom and I are going
back in a few weeks to get my eyebrow done. I'm so excited, I
can't wait. But mom says we have to wait a while to see if my
navel is going to get infected.
We surprised my dad with the navel
ring, but mom said I had to tell him about the eyebrow before
I got it done. At first he said no. His only defense was
"What if you decide you dont want it in a few
years?" How clueless can you get. Though I was quite
happy with his response because I knew I had him beat. And he,
ofcourse, in the end agreed, after being informed that the
jewelry could be removed. I'm not sure exactly what his
thoughts on that were... Did he think that I would be stuck in
that same piece of jewelry until I was 90? Well, whatever he
thought doesn't matter because I won and next in line is my
I've been cleaning my navel twice a
day with Bactine or Dial soap. Everyone seems to have
different cleaning rituals, so I wasn't really sure what to
use at first. Even though I had a sheet with aftercare
instructions. I assume its all just personal preference.
Everyone thinks what they use works the best, so I'm just
going to stick with this and hope I don't get infected.
Sooooo... If you are considering a
navel piercing... Do it! It's great. Feel free to email me if
you want to chat about piercing. I am very enthusiastic about
having a few more needles shoved through various parts of my