About four months or so ago, I had the exciting experience of watching my friend get her ear pierced. Although I had no interest in puncturing myself, I couldn't help but to be slightly amazed at the look of the new earring and the expression on her face. I went home that day feeling like something was not right. I felt something was missing. Then I realized that I should consider getting my ears pierced too. After a few weeks of contemplating as to whether or not I should pierce my ears, I finally decided that I should just give it a chance. After all, I live a very sheltered life and to me, getting my ear pierced is an extreme form of rebellion.
At A Glance Author Anonymous Contact Anonymous@bme.anon When Three months ago Artist Me! Studio In my wee little room Location The planet we call Earth There were a few minor factors that were preventing this dream from happening though: first of all, there are my parents. They did not believe in any form of body modification. They were strict, and they stuck to their answers, right or wrong. And secondly, my fear of needles. I've never been able to look at a needle calmly and without screaming bloody murder. In fact, I used to be prone to running away, usually (accidentally) knocking down a pack of elderly people in my path. But I figured that just one second of pain wont make a difference, because I'll have some bling-bling. That was the easy part. The hard part was trying to convince my parents to let me pierce my ears. For two long weeks, I endured numerous chores in hopes of receiving a piercing. But no matter how many chores or how much kissing up I did, nothing happened. I wasn't discouraged, in fact, I was all the more determined to get what I wanted.
So, being the teenage-ery self that I am, I decided that I could do whatever I wanted, since it's my body after all, and did the (almost) unthinkable: I decided to pierce my ears myself! *Even though it is dangerous*
So I got together all the tools and knick-knacks I needed: an ice cube, a pair of earrings (duh), some peroxide, a pen, and a needle. I kept trying to put the ice on my ear, but it kept slipping, so I just gave up on that. I marked the place on my lobe where I wanted to be pierced, and then I poured the peroxide on the needle, took a deep breath, and plunged the needle in to my earlobe. The pain was almost unbearable, but not as unbearable as the fact that I kept having to jab the needle into my ear ten more times to finally get it through. After both ears were pierced, being the obsessive-compulsive freak that I am, I literally poured peroxide directly on each ear. Then I poured it on the earring, and then just eased that through.
The next day when I went to summer school, I was bombarded with generous complements like "OHMIGAWD, hun you finally went out of your shell!!!" and "Your earrings are so adorable!!!". Even my brave friend who got her ears pierced congratulated me. But two days after that, my mom and dad found out about the piercing. They were actually okay with it, which totally surprised me. I was expecting my dad to kick me out of the house and my mom to break down in tears. But I got away with it easily.
Over the next few weeks, my cleaning routine consisted of cleaning my ears and earrings with peroxide and I made sure that I twisted my earrings in my ears constantly to help speed healing. I was constantly checking for keloids and such, and luckily I never came across one. It started to peel after a while, and everytime I talked on the phone the earring would get caught in the speaker. But I really do like the results although I think next time I'll leave that to a professional.
The only thing that bothered me about this experience is that a couple of weeks later when school started we had a blood drive. I told the lady I had pierced my ears and she just sent me out. Apparently, you have to have a pro pierce your ears, otherwise, you'll have to wait a whole year to donate blood like me. Grrr. But I really do suggest that you know what your doing when you attempt this by yourself. It can be harmful if not done correctly.
Now, I'm moving on to bigger things. In the next few weeks, for my seventeenth birthday, I'm hoping to get my belly button and tragus pierced. And when I'm older (much, much older) I want to get a corset on my back, and a couple of tattoos. This time, of course, I'll leave this to the pros.