Ever since I was thirteen years old, I've wanted my eyebrow pierced. I couldn't wait for the day I turned 18 so I could go and get it done. Around the time I turned 17, it seemed like everyone and their mother was getting their eyebrow pierced. I still had a year to go, so I was hoping it was just a fad that would go away.
At A Glance Author Lyndsay Contact Lyndsay@bme.anon When A year ago Artist Julia Studio Viva Lark Vegas Tattoo Location Albany, NY I waited a month after my 18th birthday, more because I didn't have any money than anything else. My sister and I were going to go look around different places and see who was the cleanest, who did the best work, etc etc. The first place I wanted to go was Viva Lark Vegas in Albany, NY because I had noticed them a few times on my way to a club that I usually went to see shows called Valentines. When we got there, I decided I didn't want to look anywhere else, basically because I was sick of waiting. I went outside, smoked a cigarette and went back in. I hate needles. I really do, I can't stand to even look at them, so I had my sister watch the girl who was going to be piercing me take them out of the package and whatnot. She was really nice and she understood my fear so she talked me through the whole thing. She had said she'd been piercing for a while and that when she pierces eyebrows, she does it at a sort of slant so that it's not straight up and down, but diagonal. I sa id sure, because I really didn't care as long as she said it would look decent. I asked a ton of questions - and trust me, that's not necissarily a bad thing! I asked her about rejection - how the body can reject it and it can just fall out- and she told me all about it. I still didn't let it stop me, so she laid me down on a table, did all of her cleaning things, clamped my eyebrow, and...
Well, I told her I was going to close my eyes for most of it, and she said that's probably a better thing to do anyway because of the solution she put on my eye. She was explaining everything she was doing as she was doing it, and as soon as I knew she was about to put the needle through, I told her not to tell me when it's coming. She was so nice and reassuring, and as she did it, I didn't even feel a thing! I was so happy about that part because I'm a big wuss and I thought it would hurt like a mother. Right after I sat up and looked at my new piercing. After I left I kept looking at it and I called my other sister (I have a very tight family) to tell her what I did. I went home, showed my very dissaproving mother and then that was that. I cleaned it three times a day, etc etc.
Since I worked in a department store at the time, they made me cover it with a bandaid everytime they saw it. That was annoying. It definetly brought more attention to it than it did when it wasn't covered. I started working in a photo lab and a very elderly woman said "Why would you do something like that? You have such a pretty face, why would you go and ruin it with something hanging of your face like that?". My reply? I told her it was better than crack. I don't think she liked my response very well, but too bad.
I started buying different colored barbells and putting them in - I got a really neat blue one that glowed in blacklight. I think that was part of the fun - buying different jewelry.
After a few months I got tired of putting a bandaid over it, so I started taking it out. After a while I just didn't put it back in and it closed up. I wish I had kept it open, I really really do because I loved having it pierced.
I work for a hospital now so they won't let you have any piercings that show, so I'll probably never have it pierced again. I want to, so I may later in life. I definetly recommend it to anyone that wants it done, and I definetly recommend Viva Lark Vegas in Albany. They're really nice, they have a lot of different barbells & hoops (I got a barbell) and they're nicely priced. It doesn't hurt as bad as you would think, and it doesn't get in the way too much. (Just be sure to watch it when you're taking your shirt on or off or when you're getting your hair cut - my hairdresser accidently hit it once)