The idea of getting a piercing that wasn't in my ears always seemed so far away to me. My mother shuddered anytime it was mentioned, and I had a best friend (Helene) who was determined to put anyone she talked to off the idea of ever getting anymore piercings than two in each ear. Not the best person to have around when you get a new piercing. So I pushed the idea to the back of my mind for a while.
At A Glance Author Mika Contact mikaireste@phonecoop.coop When A month ago Artist I wasn't told his name Studio Dai & Pie / Tattoo & Piercing Location 192 High Street, Swansea, West Glam (by train station) When I moved to Wales, as much as I missed Helene, I felt more free to be myself. I had new friends, a new school and a new home. Everything was new. And there was no one to say "Mutilation!!! Mutilation!!!" when I thought of getting a piercing. So I started to think more about piercings and what I really wanted to get done.
At first I was all set to get my lip pierced. I played around with a hoop earring to see where it would look best and even asked some of my friends for their opinion on which side of my lip or the center. I also planned with my friend Will (who also wanted his lip pierced) that we could get it done together sometime. But when I talked to my mother about this idea, I could see it was just not going to happen.
Then I remembered what my friend Kim had once said about eyebrow piercings. So I started on my research. I looked at the risks and any other information I could find (mainly from this site). Anyone I asked said it would look best on my left eyebrow. I was determined from then on to get it done. I'd talk my mum around, and face Helene later.
So I talked to my mother and soon realized how much I really wanted to get this piercing. When she first said no I was in tears! I begged and pleaded, came up with excuses that I realized after I'd said them were true. I DID need this piercing, I was miserable after the move. I knew this would make me feel better and luckily, she said yes. She said I could in the next summer holidays (in a years time!!!), and I said in the half term. We compromised and decided on Christmas holidays. I could hardly wait.
Word got around and Helene heard about it. I ended up with her writing me a long lecture on how bad a piercing was and how much could go wrong. But I wanted this so much I wasn't going to let her bring me down. She's a great friend really, and I know she cares. But this was my choice, and there was no way she could stop me now.
After a long wait, the Christmas holidays arrived and my mother took me to Swansea. We went into Dai & Pie and asked how much it was for an eyebrow piercing. It was twenty pounds, a price I was happy to pay, so we made the appointment for 1pm, it was an hour away. While walking around shops with my mum i couldn't stop jumping around. I was so excited! Then I started to worry. What if it went wrong? Didn't look as well as I'd hoped? Got into shit at school? My mothers suggestion to not get it done was enough to get me out of that feeling. No way was I backing out now!!
1 o'clock. We were there, I'd filled out the forms. The guy at the desk asked my mum if she wanted to go in with me and her answer, not very surprisingly, was "NO!" so I went into the room he pointed to on my own. The guy who was going to do it was really friendly. He talked me through everything he did and when we were ready he told me "Close your eyes and keep them shut, otherwise the plastic tube will poke you in the eye." So I closed them tight. I felt the needle slide through my eyebrow and pop out the other side. It didn't hurt like I thought it would. Just felt weird. Then when he replaced the needle with the plastic tube I barely felt a thing! Finally the jewelery went in. This was the hardest part to do he told me. Done. I thanked him very much and payed.
There it was done. Nothing anyone could do about it. Helene could say "mutilation!!" all she wanted, my mother would get used to it and the school, well if they find out (which they haven't yet :D) then they can shout all they want, put me in isolation, whatever, I don't care. It's my eyebrow, it's me, my decision or as my brother put it it's the piece of metal in my face. And nothing anyone can do about it.