I come from a family with big noses, there is no two ways about it: I was doomed from the begining to have a huge schnoz. As a child I hated this, I used to stand infront of mirrors for hours on end trying to imagine what I would look like with a smaller nose (when you are an only child you have no bleeding life). Kids would tease me (I literally had to grow into my face in some ways). I grew up, I grew out of that stage in my life, kids stopped being tools and we all moved on.
At A Glance Author .rur. Contact .rur.@bme.anon IAM .rur. When Three months ago Artist wishingforpluto / dan Studio Penna Location Blowers St, Halifax, NS Two and a half years ago I found BME and would then spend hours surfing the galleries looking at photos (still an only child) completely enthralled that I wasnt 'the only one' out there who thought these types of things were beautiful. I had been through almost every gallery except the nose ones. I was terrified. There would be pretty little cute button noses with all of the decorative metals that I could never have because of my nose. A year after finding BME I finally had the proverbial balls to take a look that section. Im not going to say I didnt find the cute little noses that I was so vehemantly jealous of, because quite obviously I did. I also found something called a 'septum piercing' and I always thought "Good god! Why?". I didnt like them then, but really in the back of my mind I was seething jealous because I thought 'no one with a big nose can get that, it would draw too much attention, goddamn'. With a sigh I avoided the nose section for quite some time.
Jump ahead 2 years. Im in college, my bestfriend Ben has been away in New Brunswick for 2 months for University. He came home for a (Canadian) Thanksgiving party. Ben and I share one thing (well many things but for the purpose of this story...), we both have large noses, but in different ways, his is shirt and squat, mine is long and pointy and all through highschool we would make fun of each other for it (best friends, really!). As soon as he walked through the door sporting a septum piercing that he had 'neglected' to tell me about I was immediatly jealous for a whole new reason. If he could why couldnt I?... because Im a wuss.
Months went by, money hadnt made its way into my pocket, courage into my heart. In May I got my GST cheque, $51 canadian. Figuring I had the money I gained the courage to go and see my regular piercer on the fourteenth of may 2004, one month before my 19th birthday. I went in with my roommate at the time, as she wanted her nostril done. This didnt take away from the experiance because she has also felt this way about her nose as well, so it was more sharing the liberation of the unliked noses. Scotty was apprenticing someone new, and Im all about helping out new people :) (cough, and my bankbook).
Dan prepped me, marked me. Scotty double checked (just what Ive always wanted, two guys having their finger up my nose, damn sexy, oh yeeah). Dan marked me, went through the entire proceedure (which was somewhat documented by her) and changed his gloves so many times he made Scott look lazy, that says something right there because Scott knows my 'eew germs, contamination' obssesion and constantly changes his gloves.
Laying back on the table I remember having a completely blank state of mind, almost a state of meditation, I could hear everyone around me in our tiny room, I did as I was told, listened to the count down and then ... * BAM * I opened my eyes and there was a seemingly giant needle, sticking out of the middle of my nose. Laying there taking in the adreniline, soaking up the high, I remember having this feeling of victory. I had won, goodness only know what Ive won, but whatever it was I was on top of the world. Dan put the retainer in, and I sat up feeling just a little woobley. I sat there for a few seconds wondering if I had just done what I thought I had. I must have Dan was practicly dancing, I had taken his septum virginity and he was singing that the piercing itself was strait. I wandered iver to the mirror and took a look at my nose.
My beautiful nose.My roommate had her nostril done and we left. I was walking on clouds. After 15 years of hating my nose, this thing sticking off of my face, I feel like Ive reclaimed something for myself. Most days I keep it tucked away, inside my nose. Partially because of my job, partially because when its up its not getting knocked around, but mostly because its mine, and it makes its appearance in my pressence. Some people have told me how beautiful I am with it, soem have tried to diminish its importance to me, but thats just it. Its mine, and no one can take it away from me. I will always cherish this experiance, this peircing.