I am 17 years old and in 12th grade. Ever since I was in the 9th grade, it was my dream to have an eyebrow piercing. Piercings itself were not exactly popular in my town. I had only seen a handful of people with piercings. But the brow piercing stuck out in my mind. It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I knew that it was something that I had to have done to myself. I never pursued it, because I was underage and my parents would never allow me to 'ruin my body'. I gave up on it for a while.
At A Glance Author Cristina Contact badxstar@hotmail.com IAM badxstar When It just happened Artist Joanne Studio New Tribe Location Toronto, Ontario Flash forward 3 years. I found BME. Piercings were becoming more of "the thing" to do, so I was seeing them all over the place. Seeing as how I was of age to be professionally pierced, I knew it was time. I also became very unhappy with myself at this time. I never felt like a complete person, like something was missing from my life. I began to look at pictures of eyebrow piercings and imagine what it would be like if I had one. Just thinking it made me so happy. I didn't want to feel like I did anymore. So, I finally got up the courage to talk to my mom about it. She agreed to let me get it. I was all set to go and be pierced on my 17th birthday. But then..my father prevented it. I was absolutely crushed. I didn't speak to him for a long while. I got over it, but the longing feeling and unhappiness still remained.
To enjoy our last week of summer vacation, my friend Keisha and I went to downtown Toronto, just to get out. We also had plans to get our tongue webs pierced. While we were discussing it, I mentioned that maybe I should get my eyebrow done instead. I knew that if I didn't get it done that day, I was never going to do it. I called my mother and asked her if I could get it done that day. She said yes, but that I had to ask my father. Damn it. He wasn't home a the time, so I had an hour to pump myself up. While I was in HMV, my cell phone rang. It was my father. I argued with him for a few minutes, hearing the usual "I don't like how it looks", "it's going to leave a scar" crap. But he finally said "fine, just do what you have to do". That sounded like a yes to me. We made our way to New Tribe, where I had got all my other piercings done.
When we got to the studio, I almost chickened out. I was so nervous, but I knew I had to do it. Keisha was checked to see if her tongue web could be pierced when we got inside. It turns out that it couldn't, so she got her helix done instead. We filled out the standard forms and paid. Our piercer, Joanne, had pierced my helix before and had done a great job, so I was happy she was going to pierce us. While I was at the counter, I asked about the ring they would be using. I'm not a fan of rings in brow piercings, so I wanted a small diameter ring so that it wouldn't stick out. They showed me the smallest ring they would be willing to use and it looked alright to me. We were shown to the piercing room and Keisha went first, so I sat in a chair and mentally prepared myself. Joanne talked to us the things she would be using, the procedure and aftercare. She quickly pierced Keisha and it was time for me. I was fairly calm at this point, so I climbed up on the table and told her I wanted my left brow done. We decided on a placement, she marked it and I lay down on the table. She asked me if I had ever had a piercing done with clamps before, and I said no. I was not looking forward to the clamps, but in all honesty, it did not hurt in the least. I held onto my friend's hand and closed my eyes. The needle went in and the needle came out, just like that. When Joanne turned around to get the ring, I still had the needle in my brow. Keisha said "Holy shit, Cris!", at it hanging out of my eyebrow. The most uncomfortable part of the whole procedure was inserting the ring. I felt the shift from needle being pushed out and the ring being inserted. The ball was put on and that was that. It didn't bleed, and I had barely felt anything. I sat up and examined it in a small mirror. I had never seen anything so beautiful before. On our way out, I nearly cried from happiness.
This all happened yesterday. The ring turned out to be bigger than I had expected and it does stick out a fair bit, but I'm quite used to it. My mom gave me hell about the size of the ring, but even she's getting used to it. My dad shudders at the sight of it, but in a week, he won't even notice it. It hasn't hurt at all so far, it hasn't swelled and it only bled a really small amount when I cleaned it last night. It looks like I've had it forever. I already feel like a better person. Who would have thought a little piece of metal could bring so much happiness?