I guess it'd be proper to start this story from the begining, as it would help you understand why things ended up the way they have.
At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon When A week ago When I was twelve years old, I begged my mother to get my ears pierced. Everyone I knew was wearing cute little studs in their ears, and I wanted them, too. Now, my mother is very protective, and of course said no every one of the hundreds of times I asked. If I hadn't been a naive little twelve year old girl, I probably would've found something wrong with what was about to happen. My mother hadn't had money as long as I could remember, we lived on very little, so of course, we shopped at Wal-Mart, because you could get a lot for a little. On this fateful day, there were 8x10 sheets of paper exclaiming a one day only occurance: free ear piercing with the purchase of jewelry.
I saw the signs and asked my mom one more time if I could please get my ears pierced, telling her what the sign said. Already worn down by my previous begging, and considering the deal, she agreed, escorting me to the jewelry counter. There was a young lady working that day, she couldn't have been over 20. She asked me to pick my earrings from a foam board full of cheap studs, so I did. After a moment, she'd found two guns with the appropriate earrings. She opened the door and allowed me into the small area, sitting me down on a stool as she marked my ears. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as she tried to align the gun with the marks, shaking as she pressed the trigger. I was trying to be a bad ass, biting my lip to keep from crying as she struggled to remove the gun before moving on to the other ear. That day I walked out of Wal-Mart with pierced ears that would haunt me from then on.
I recently decided to go from a 2g to a 0g, seeing as there are more options for jewelry. I hadn't stretched my ears in a while, so I thought it would be a breeze, I was wrong. When I'd had my ears pierced as a kid, the girl was so nervous and so inexperienced that she pierced them crooked, leaving the holes at an angle, which made it difficult to get anything through them. I got the appropriate taper and jewelry for the stretch, and I had it all set out. I took a long, hot shower, massaging my ears to get them ready for the stress I was going to put them through. I once again closed my eyes and took a deep breath, as I had so many years ago. To my dismay, the taper refused to go through, making my ear very angry. It took a few sore days to get it through, but there wasn't much fuss.
As soon as I got the taper through my right ear, I moved on to the left, knowing this would be harder, as my left ear is pierced at a downward angle. I pushed the taper in as far as it would go, wincing as I tore through scar tissue, big mistake. I decided after a few hours that it would be best to take the taper out and let my ear heal before trying again. I went to remove it, but it wouldn't budge, my ear had clamped down and wasn't letting go without a fight. I pulled as hard as I could, finally succeeding in wrenching it from my ear. At that point I realized there was blood running down my neck, I'd never had to deal with that before. I quickly grabbed a clean rag and ran it under cold water, holding it to my ear until the bleeding calmed down. Realizing that my ear no longer hurt as much as it had, I took the silicone eyelets I'd bought and folded it, pushing one edge through my ear and pulling on the other side. After a few minutes of work, it slid in.
It's been a few days now, and my ears are itchy, but no longer sore. I tend to want to leave them alone, I don't bother cleaning them because it just irritates them even more, and I really don't want that. I like the look of the new size, even though I've done some damage. I love my mods, especially my gorgeous ears, I'm very proud of them, they're my pride and joy The only thing I've ever wanted to undo was getting them pierced when I did, I should've waited until I was older and knew what to do. I'm now old enough to know better, and if I ever decide to have kids, they're not getting their ears gunned.