I love body modifications.
At A Glance Author Natasha Contact lovely_sinner@hotmail.com IAM xpromiscuousx When A month ago Artist A friend Studio My house Location Oshawa, ON I have loved them since I was very young, growing up with an older bother who got tattoos all the time when I was growing up. He has had many piercings, and I guess that's where my fascination started. When I was 13 going on 14 I got my belly button pierced and my older brother took me. When I was 14 going on 15 I got my nose pierced, with a gun(bad idea by the way you can shatter the cartilage in your nose), because im somewhat afraid of needles and didn't want one near my nose, it's a sensitive issue for me. Then when I was 15 going on 16, I got my tongue pierced by a guy who USED to be a piercer and did it out of his house, that was one of the most least painful piercings, until after anyways.
After my tongue, I didn't really think I wanted anymore piercings, well there was one, but I wasn't really sure about it. It was in your face, and very noticeable, and my parents didn't really approve at all. I wanted to get my side labret pierced, it looks cute on girls, and I'd like to think I have the look to pull it off, but I didn't want to pay money for it.
So, I bought the proper ring for my mouth from a store in the local mall and was going to do it myself with the supervision of my best friend Julie, well actually she was going to do it for me, but chickened out because she couldn't bear to put me in pain, we had just become friends at the time and I don't think she was too comfortable with the idea, if it were now she probably would have done it. Anyways, She told me to apply ice to it until it numbs, I waited for my lip to numb, but when I tried to do it myself I couldn't bear to do it. I kept pushing and the needle wasn't going through. I tried for an hour, numb my lip tried again over and over, until I couldn't take it anymore.
So a few weeks later, when my mom was away at our trailer for the weekend, I was talking to another friend, online and told her I was thinking about trying it again and she said that she could do it and had the proper needle for the job. (she isn't a licensed piercer, and had never been trained to do piercings). I wasn't completely convinced at first, but when she told me she had done all her own piercings, I decided that maybe I could trust her to do a decent job.
So, that day she came over, we hung out a bit, then it was GO time, I was a little nervous when I saw the needle, I knew I wasn't going to be in control of it this time and I wasn't able to stop it. So, we looked around my house for something we could use as a clamp because she forgot hers at home, but we couldn't seem to find anything and I wasn't using dirty pliers or tongs, so we decided to just not use anything, which I later found out was a big mistake. I was very very nervous, after all this was a friend, not a professional, I wasn't comfortable at all, which should have been a sign not to do it. So after pushing her away a few times, I just let her do it, and she messed it up and had to do it a second time. Tears ran down my face, and I squeezed the stuffed animal I had in my hands, it was like a scene right out of the movie Thirteen. It hurt a lot, and bled a lot, she pierced it too high onto my lip and wasn't what I wanted at all. If I would have paid for this service, I would have wanted my money back.
This never would have happened had I of just waited until I had the money to pay for it. My mom came home and saw it, and didn't care much, I was more worried about my dad anyways, luckily he never saw it.
A few days later I took it out, the swelling on my lip was very high and I just couldn't handle it. If I just would have paid 40 dollars at the local piercer to get it done, I could have saved myself a lot of pain, and now I have to little scars under my lip.
So, the moral of the story kids is don't let your inexperienced friends pierce any part of your body, guaranteed you will regret it and end up with a scar that you will hate forever. To me it is a lesson learned, and something I know I will never let myself do ever again.