I was born with a clef lip. Which in the most crudest terms is a scar on my face, my upper lip to be exact. I have always accepted this fact about myself, and learned that in a cruel world, such as ours, that ignorant people stare. So I just stared back. That's my face. So look fuckers!
At A Glance Author Ms.MiaAstra Contact MsMiaAstra@hotmail.com When A month ago Artist Holly Studio Pierced by Holly Location Peterborough, ON, Canada
I wanted to add more, to my scar I mean. I wanted a medusa piercing.
I already have multiple holes in my body, not to mention the ones that are self inflicted, so one more wouldn't hurt I thought. I decided that body mods were for me, when I saw a National Geographic magazine and saw the tribes of Africa with lip and neck stretchers, I thought how beautiful.
It's beautiful because we have the power and will, to change the only thing that we really own on this earth, ourselves. Our body. To make it so drastically different from those around us, to be who we are or want to be.
When I decided to pierce my medusa, I called my boyfriend at the time, he was not impressed. He said, "why would you want to draw attention to your clef lip, people don't want to look at a scar"
(We broke up soon there after) But what he said made me think of the world that I, AstrA, live in. A fucked up one. One that is ruled by judgement and hate. One that I have no choice but to suspend through, and find the comfort within.
I wanted to pierce my clef lip, because, well to be honest I already have my labret done, and I love the symmetry of both labret and medusa. But there was also more of a reason to pierce it, I wanted to show that I was not ashamed of my "birth defect" (man who the fuck named it that "defect" its only a defect if you call it that)
Anyway, I never plan the day that I pierce myself, it usually just happens. So I woke up a Sunday morning, and called my girl Steph. She was sleeping and I remorsefully woke her up. She was in the mood for a new mod, she wanted her nipples pierced. So we decided to go that afternoon.
As I was in the shower pondering over my soon to be mod. I thought to myself, oh shit, my parents. Because my mother, god bless her heart, she well for a lack of better words fucking hates my mods. All of them, well the ones that she knows about anyway.
My parents are well, rather, conservative. And they see my mods as defacing my body. They just "don't understand me." How cliche!
So as I leave my shower, I call my mother to see what she is going to think of my mod. Thank god she wasn't home, so I could just leave a message, but I can only imagine her face when she hears the message.
"Hi mom, its me, just calling to say hello. And to let you and dad know that I'm piercing my upper lip today. Yah I know what you're thinking, I'm crazy.. Indeed! Well I'll talk to ya soon, love ya bye!"
And at that my mother dies.....well not really...but sometimes I wish I was someone that they wanted. Not to sound sappy or anything, but my parents have never been supportive of my choices in life. Usually because the choices I make are, well "unconventional."
I dress, and meet my girl Steph at the local coffee shop here. We chat and talk of nothing. The best talk. We walk over to the studio, in the bitter cold. Of course our luck, girls with no cars, have to get pierced on a bitter cold day. So we walk up to Holly's studio and wait....and wait....I'm becoming impatient...its a habit I usually fall into.
Finally, Holly appears, in all her glory. Beautiful woman. Strikingly, sexy. She asks Steph and I whom would like to be pierced first, I volunteer Steph, cause I'm a bitch like that. Steph looks at me with those beautiful blues and winks. She gets her nipps pierced, something that I have done years prior, but I still watch with awe and amazement. And also, because I have never seen Steph's breasts, man they were HUGE....
Now its my turn, I sit up on the stool. I can every beat of my heart. My palms being to sweat, not from nerves mind you but from sheer excitement. Holly marks her placement of the piercing. I agree while looking in the mirror, that she hold in front of me.
I usually tell whomever pierces me or cuts me to not let me know when they are going to begin, to just do it. I feel that if I know when the pierce is going to happen I don't feel it as much, almost numb.
She clamps my lip, I close my eyes. Breath in, and out, in and out. I feel the needle go through layers upon layers of scar tissue. It hurts, no denying, however after when it was over. When the jewelry was in, all I could think about was how I have finally done it. Gotten the one mod that I was so apprehensive about getting, because of what others would think. And when that adrenaline rush came, fuck dudes I was in heaven. I love that rush, better than sex, fuck, better than smack (not that I would know, but I just wanted to say that).
As with all my mods I have no regrets, never. Why what's the point. So as I walk home, I think to myself, about my life, what I am doing and where I'm going. I don't have any answers. Never will I suppose.
I find that will all my mods each has a different meaning, some have none. My medusa has I think the most meaning, not because of where
it is, where its placed, but because of what it means to me.
I don't have any cool closing statements, I was never good at closing essays and sounding way smarter than I am.
So I will end with a quote:
"all sanity depends on this: that it should be a delight to feel heat strike the skin, a delight to stand upright, knowing the bones are moving easily under the flesh." -Unknown-
Thank you.
:MsMiaAstrA:.