I have never been that afraid of getting piercing. The first piercings I got were my ears when I was one. I guess that helped conquer the fear, Getting started at such a young age. I had always gotten ear piercings. Currently I have 14 In my ears. I had wanted my eyebrow pierced for some time. I asked my Mom and of course the first reaction was "No!" My sixteenth birthday rolled around and by this time I was begging her. I finally got her to say yes, and I couldn't be happier! She said she would take me that day. My excitement quickly faded and for the first time I was so nervous about getting it done.
At A Glance Author Ashlyn Contact Ashlyn@bme.anon When A year ago Artist Katrina Studio skin art The first thing my Mom did was called the shop. They said that they could fit me in and to come by around four. It was 3:45 so we decided to leave. The drive there I couldn't sit still. I was thinking about all the things I had read about it online. Was I really going to let myself believe what everyone else said? I knew I wanted to do this, and no one else could change my mind. Minutes later we arrived at the piercing shop. I was very impressed with it. Very clean and tidy. They had very nice surroundings and a friendly atmosphere. We found a seat and I looked through a large album filled with people who had gotten pierced. They all looked so great, and again I was excited! We waited there for about five minutes and then we were called back. Turns out we forgot ID! We had to drive back to my house, Grab the ID, and then make our way back! The whole dilemma made me wonder if maybe this was a sign? That I shouldn't do this. I shook the though from my mind and before I knew it we were back. We filled out some paperwork and we were ready to go!
I was lead into the back room and sat down in a large, and very comfortable chair. The room was full of cute pictures, such as a kitten with a bunch of piercings. They made me laugh, and I calmed down quite a bit. I found out the girl who was doing my piercing was Katrina. She could tell I was nervous so she decided to cheer me up. "Don't worry, The worst that can happen is I'll screw up and you'll bleed to death, No big deal!" She said laughing. I couldn't help but smile. I liked her, she made me feel very comfortable. (Always make sure you feel comfortable with your piercer, Its very important to feel safe.) She explained the whole procedure to me and began getting out all the 'tools.' I watched her clean the needle, and she made sure I watched. Katrina then marked where she would be piercing. I looked and was happy with it on the first try! She then explained she was placing the clamps on and that it might be a bit uncomfortable. I wont disagree there. It was a tad awkward feeling, but I quickly got over it. She told me to look up (seeing a picture of Elvis!) and to breathe in and out three times, and on the third exhale she would push the needle through. The third exhale came and in went the needle. To my surprise it didn't hurt, not even a little. It simply felt awkward going through. I was shocked, I didn't even twitch or anything. She put the jewelry through and cleaned it out. We paid her and gave her a tip. She explained if any problems to let her know. I left there and the whole way home I couldn't stop looking at it in the mirror. It looked great!
Months went by and I was so happy with it. People complimented me all the time and said it was 'really me.' Finally after the right amount of healing time, I was able to get a barbell. I was glad because the hoop kept getting stuck on my shirt. We went back and had Katrina change it for me. It didn't hurt on bit when she took out the hoop and replaced it with a barbell. I looked in the mirror and fell in love. It looked amazing! She even admitted it looked much better. We gave her a tip because she was so nice to me, and her and my mother had become close. We left and I went home happy for the second time! I though everything was going great until about 3 months later. Around Christmas time I looked in the mirror and I was almost positive I could see the other side of the barbell under my skin. I got nervous and showed my Mom. She said it looked fine and not to worry. I did worry though. The next day I went with my friend back to the piercing shop to see Katrina. She looked at it under the light and said everything looked normal and like it had healed nicely. I listened to her and went home, still worried in my head.
Christmas day finally arrived and My family came over for dinner. My sister who had also gotten her eyebrow pierced, awhile before me was looking at me funny and pulled me aside. She took me to the bathroom and I was confused what she was doing. She touched my eyebrow ring and said, "Dude, That's infected! It going to come out." My heart started to race. I began to freak out. The fact of it coming out scared me for some reason. I put some neosporin on it and then she told me to put a Band-Aid over it, to protect it from falling out that night. The next day when I got up I looked at it again in the mirror. I cleaned it and while I was moving it up, pop. It fell out, falling down into the sink. Even though It didn't hurt, the fact that it came out was unreal.
Now I'm left with a nasty little scar, and unfortunately I have very thin eyebrows. In some ways I blame Katrina for telling me it was OK, But I also blame myself. I didn't clean it as much as I should have. I miss It now, but after it rejecting I'm scared to get it done again. The most important thing to remember is always go somewhere where you feel comfortable. If you don't, do some research of another place close to you. Don't think just because your piercing has healed means its OK to stop cleaning it, that's where I went wrong, and now I have a scar to remind me of my mistake. do I regret it? Absolutely not. I loved it while it lasted, and if your getting a piercing make sure you want to do it for yourself and not someone else.