There I was...13 years old...sitting with my lip piercing...only a few months old...and wanting something new. I came across something beautiful. I wanted an anti-tragus piercing. Well, my parents, mainly my dear mother, said no to something so close to the canal. Maybe I should find something better.
At A Glance Author Cady Contact Cady@bme.anon When Three months ago Artist Kitty Studio Tattoos by Sassy Location Mountain Home, Arkansas And I looked.
Go foward half a year. After looking at the industrial for so long, I grabbed my parents. I showed them some pictures, let them read about it, and asked. And they said sure. And my mom actually asked how much money I had and then had me put my coat on...on this cold and snowy December evening...and she took me to the wonderful Tattoos by Sassy. When I asked about it, they said no. I was too young, just as I was for my lip a half year earlier, when I then had to go somewhere new. There was nowhere else to go, so I settled with getting my lobes done again somewhere out of town a few weeks later. And I waited until my 15th birthday, the day I could finally get it.
And finally, July 20th came. I woke up about 10 to my mom singing and my sister yelling "Happy Birthday". Yay. So, I ran to the shower. I must have taken the quickest one ever. I helped get the house pretty quickly and got my sister dressed. Soon enough we were leaving my house...to find my dad and get my brother. We found my dad after getting lost for half an hour. And we got some money from him. Then we were off to a place so I could finally get a photo id. This was taking too long. The place opened at 1 and it was 1:20 when we left. But finally we got there.
When we got there, Sassy came out. She asked about what we were getting. I told her. I showed her my new id...and she told me happy birthday. And me and my mom filled out the papers. And then Kitty, her daughter, came out. She remembered us because she used to live across the street from us. And her my mom talked a while. And finally she took me back. When she took me to a little room like area she had me sit and asked me if I had eaten anything. I hadn't so she gave me a glucose tablet and gave me some water. And I waited.
She got her gloves on and marked me. I got so excited. She finally put the needle through the top. And I got my first hole. I kicked my left leg a little...nothing much. I got really happy because everyone said the first hole hurt the most. And this one wasn't bad at all. I figured the second wouldn't hurt much. She let me sit for a few minutes or until I felt comfortable with the next one. And I was ready as soon as she was done. So, she started to go through, and it hurt a bit...not too much...until she told me it wasn't going through. And when it did, it took so much pressure from her, and it actually hurt. And I let out a nice little ow. And kicked a bit. But oh well. She said it hurt her too. She said there wasn't much there to pierce, and I thought nothing of it. I was excited.
I ran outside after it was done and she went over everything with me. I kept my ear as happy as could be. I didn't dye my hair at all. I kept my hair away from it. I didn't do anything to hurt it. And the swelling went away and it got infected three times, twice with the bottom hole and once with the top one. All three went away very quickly. I thought everything was fine.
Eventually, though, I started to notice something. It looked like it was barely hanging on to that bottom hole. I didn't think much of it. It was living. But I noticed after about a month and a half that it was looking smaller than before. And that was when I got worried.
Finally, Sunday, November 6, I was at home. I was at my friend's party the night before and a lot of people saw it who hadn't before. And they all pointed out how it looked like it was about to rip through. And I remember how little skin there was to pierce with. And I started to get worried. So, that day I got my dad. And he looked. He decided to take a picture of it in case something happened and Tuesday we would go into Sassy's and ask about it. But something happened. I was scratching a little behind my ear the evening. My pinky came up a little when I was moving my hand. And it hit the bottom part of the bar. Which had happened before, but not in months. This time though, I heard an extremely loud popping noise. And I realized that my bar had just popped out. Too soon to have them look at it. Which, I need to see them about still.
There I was, I hadn't even had it for a full three months, and it was gone. Something I wanted so much was gone. But I understood it all. It didn't actually hurt. It hurt more having it done. And it didn't bleed much either. But it was still gone, and I really didn't know how to react. But I'm dealing with it.
So, a month later just about, it's doing fine. I still have the top hole which I keep a retainer in that I used during band performances the past two months. I might eventually put a cbr in it just for change. And the area where my bottom hole used to be is healing just fine. I've had no troubles with it. I do have a nice little notch, would it be called? Well, it goes in. Maybe some skin was lost. But it looks fine.
After I get something new done, most likely transverse lobes after Christmas, I'm going to go in after I get more money and have it pierced again. Even after what happened, there's no way I'm going to keep it like this. I'm going to see if I can get it pierced a little farther away from the edge, to prevent what happened a month ago. Only if that's not possible will I leave it alone. I loved my industrial. It was dead sexy. And now it's just dead...