Parents? What parents? Ok...I admit they were downstairs the whole time, but still...I felt devious. My first body modification was when I was eight (standard lobe piercings), but now at thirteen...I wanted more. I had found BME through a piercing induced (great piercer!) friend and was amazed at what the piercing community was all about. Ever since then, I've researched and researched on 'how to'-'how come'. Words like tragus, and septum, and labret soon became a part of my everyday vocabulary, and I was hooked. I began looking for piercing studios or anyone that would plunge a sharp object deep into the depths of my flesh, well..more or less.
At A Glance Author Karlee Stewart Contact dancecrazygirl@hotmail.com When It just happened Artist Yours truly... Studios required parental consent..and my parentals, weren't consenting. I did not want to wait until I was 18..so I began planning what I was to do to myself. At first I wanted a cute little navel barbell...but then decided against it, I'd rather try something else 1st. After weeks of contemplating and chickening out, I decided I would go for my lobes (2nd hole). School was out, and I was ready...or so I thought. My planned day came oh too quickly, but i was ready. After the morning was over (hours of procrastination), I received a call from my friend, Claire who would be stopping by later. Ahh yes, a potential piercer. Yes, I believe in a clean and sterile process, but hey...I'll try anything once. When Claire arrived, we talked about the normal girl things, catching up on lost time, and in the middle of her story..I blurted out "I want you to pierce my ears". She quickly agreed, thinking it would be done with a gun. *As I have learned from the piercing guy..guns are a big no no...get it done at a studio..not in After Thoughts*
I had a various needle sizes (not hollow), and was prepared for the pain. I marked the spot with a purple pen (purple? who knows..all piercers use purple)She chose a sewing needles (NOT A WISE CHOICE!!)and began pushing. Okay, there I was leaning up against an old trunk, having my friend try and poke a blunt 14g needle into me. That didn't go so hot, well it didn't go at all. For all of you have seen the 'Parent Trap' you know to numb your ear with ice, so that is precisely what I did. After about five minutes of 'numbing' myself I checked the markings again. This time we decided to go for a sharper object, a 28g syringe. That my friend, is painful. Now...the only item left up for big was...A safety pin. Call me stupid if you'd like..I am. I laid down on my bed and counted back from ten.
I closed my eyes and thought about how great it was going to look, ok not taking my mind off the pain. I started listening to her getting closer to one. I squeezed my eyes shut. "Three...Two..." I heard. "NOOOO" I cried. I jumped up from my bead and franticly began pacing the room. After Claire's calming words, I sat back down and shut my eyes. I felt a sharp sensation on my lobe and screamed into my pillow. "Did it go through??" I asked, in hopes the answer would be yes. "Umm, no" she answered with a look of anguish on her face. "ANYTHING??" I asked. "Well theres this little tiny hole there...you just say the word, and I'll push" she answered. "Nooo, no pushing, it'll work itself in" I reassured her and myself. I began to play with it a bit, while she went to go research it on the computer a bit more. I pushed hard and felt a small, but painful pop.
"AHHH" I cried out in pain. "You got it?" she questioned me. And of course, as my luck would have it..almost no progress was made. I heated dinner up for us, being careful not to let my parents see the giant safety pin inside my ear. She soon went home and I was left...piercingless. I kept trying to push, and push..but nothing worked. I finally broke down and pushed full force...NOTHING. I almost gave up, when I thought of the piercing stud I was going to put in. I took it out and pushed it carefully into the small hole. Excruciating pain...but I dealt with it and kept pushing. It stayed in on its own, but there was still that small amount of skin that I just couldn't push through too. After many attempts, I just looked at it in the mirror and began playing with it again. I pushed (not even very hard) and heard a loud POP. Did I do it? Did I finally push that little sucker through? Ahh..victory is mine! I had done it...
Now I sit here at my computer...12:24 AM...thinking about how I am to hide this from my parents. If they find out, they find out. I do not recommend doing this...!! Im praying that I don't get any infections...but I will clean it. My first self piercing...and I LOVE IT! A pink cubic zirconia stud.