Well, if you've read my previous story then you'll know I love piercings, but my parents are against them. I've had my septum pierced before, but the piercing I've always wanted much more is my lip, I only settled for a septum because I could hide it from my parents (who still don't know about it-despite a few close calls). And I am so pleased I chose to get my septum pierced, and I think I'm glad I got it done first as, as you will find out, this story ends badly, and if my first piercing went as this one has, I may have gone off piercings all together.
At A Glance Author Emma Contact Emma@bme.anon When Three months ago Artist Allan Studio Skin Graffiti Location Swindon,UK So, I had decided to finally just screw my parents and get my lip pierced. So I was going to go into Swindon with a friend, but couldn't get anyone to come with me, as it was the last day of the holiday and people were working. So I went in anyway, and arranged to sleep over a friend's house so I wouldn't have to deal with my parents screaming at me as soon as I had gotten home.
I got to skin graffiti and asked about changing my septum jewellery (just so that I wasn't so nervous, same as any underage kid buying alcohol will buy gum and a magazine just to give a little extra confidence-idiots) and then asked whether they had any clear labret retainers that they could pierce me with. After signing the forms I sat on the chair, opened my mouth, and after getting some funky tasting stuff sprayed in my mouth to numb my lip, in came the needle. Before I even signed the form I was thinking, shit I shouldn't be doing this I'm so going to regret this! But by the time the needle was in I didn't care. The other side of my lip had a bit of a shark sting but neither one hurt much. Out of all the piercings I've had (septum, snakebites, inverse navel) my ears hurt the most.
As I walked out of the shop I felt great, I felt actually happy again, the last time I remember feeling like that was when I got my septum done, and before that was my navel. I think the only thing that makes me happy anymore in life is piercings. As I walked out the front of the shop, walking past some of the girls that had been in the waiting room glaring at me like I had no reason to be there, now staring and admiring my new piercings (they must have thought my septum was new as well as I was wearing a retainer before it was changed) I felt on top of the world and I forgot all about what my parents would say and my school and work. I'm not sure if that's youth, stupidity, or both.
I caught the bus to my friend's house, and stayed the night there. I showed as many people as I could my new piercings over a webcam just in case I was made to take them out before school. I called my mum up and told her I had gotten my lip pierced (I didn't mention that it had been done twice) and she was extremely good about it, she said she wouldn't tell my father and that she was glad I told her. -Which makes it so much harder to be angry with your parents and disobey them when they're being so reasonable.
My friend works in a pub in my village (luckily) so I got a lift to my house with my friend. Luckily no one was home when I got to my house, I had a while on my own thinking of what to say to my father (he is particularly against any piercings, and got extremely angry with my mother when she let me get my ears pierced). My mother got home, looked at me and just said, you're such an idiot, and laughed but wasn't angry. I think it was just because she was so amazed I had done it. I had to go to work just before my dad got home, which was good as it meant less hiding in my room for the day.
When I got home from work the front door of the house was locked, I knocked on the door and covered my nose and mouth with my hand, saying I had sneezed. I was very surprised that that worked as my sister was there as well, and I would have thought she would guess I was covering something up and said something about me getting my lip pierced. I went into my room but after about an hour in there, I heard a knock on my door...I hadn't really planned on my father coming to the door, but I suppose he could have so I figured, no avoiding this....'come in' I winced, thankfully it was my sister 'what's with your face? Are you pierced?!' I told her yeah and that my mum knows, and she was pretty cool about it. My mother came up later saying that I wouldn't be able to get away with the piercing at school (even though I was wearing clear retainers, it was still really visible) and there was no way of avoiding getting it taken out. After a really really long time talking to her, I finally accepted that I would have to take it out, so, eyes streaming knowing that I would have to takeaway the one thing that has made me happy in a long long long time, I tried to take it out. I couldn't get it out though, because as it was a retainer it had so much less grip than titanium or a metal material. So my mum decided that I would have to stay home from school the next day, as the school would only send me home anyway, and go to the piercers after she came back from work.
I went to the piercers, got them taken out, and the holes have healed up fine. There wasn't much swelling in the first place, just enough to make it look as though I had cut my lip, rather than gotten punched hard in the face by a brick. I can just about see where they were, but you wouldn't notice it at all normally. I wish I had left it until the holidays when school wouldn't have made me take it out, so I guess the moral of this story is the importance of patience. So perhaps I may have my gorgeous snakebites again, to match my lovely septum, and soon in a few years time a chest piece, but for now, I'll stick with my septum and try to keep the stupidity to a minimum.