The school I went to was pretty normal. It had it's social cliques (I didn't realize it until I left that school) and I was in the "weird clique".
At A Glance Author BabyVampy Contact BabyVampy@bme.anon When Five years ago Artist Myself Studio at Home Location Savannah, Georgia Everyone in my group was different or strange, according to the kids that went to my school. At the time, only one person in our group had any kind of piercing. Shane. He had a labret piercing and two piercings in each ear. And he would take them out, let them heal/partially heal, re-pierce them and start the whole process over and over again.
I always had a crush on Shane, so anything he did was cool. And since he had piercings I wanted one too. So I started researching the where, the how, the cost, and the when of piercings. Doing all that made me realize that it was entirely to expensive for my no job self. So I left the idea alone for a couple of months.
One day, Shane and I were walking down our street (we live in the same neighborhood) and we were talking about something, when I started asking him about his piercings. He told me kept re-piercing them because he'd get bored with them, and then he'd miss them. All that talking led to one thing and another until he dared me to do it. To pierce my lip. At first I refused and wouldn't do it, but the crush I had on him gave way. I told him I'd do it and he refused to believe that I had the guts to actually do it. So I told him that on the next school day, I would have my own labret piercing.
I waited until the next day to get started, because I would be alone in my house. After that I grabbed a safety pin (I burned the entire thing and soaked it in alcohol), and ice cube, and a 20 gauge earing (soaked it in alcohol, too). After I had gotten my hands washed and everything I needed on to a towel on my bathroom counter, I put the ice cube to the inside of my lip. I held it there until my lip got cold and took a deep breath. I grabbed the safety pin, placed it a couple of centimeters below my lip, and started to push it through. I didn't expect it to hurt like it did, so I stopped, grabbed the ice and tried to numb it again. I did this part three more times before I realized that it was going to hurt period. So I took another breath and pushed the needle all the way through. After that, I just stood there for a few seconds to calm down and get through something that felt like a hot flash. Then I pulled the needle out and tried to but the ear ring in. I couldn't find the hole. At all. So I screwed up my courage and grabbed the safety pin, and did it all over again. Lost the hole again! The third time I did it, I smartened up. Before I pulled the safety pin out, I grabbed the ear ring and placed it next to the safety pin, and as I pulled the safety pin out, I pushed the ear ring in. It went it fine.
After all that, I cleaned up everything, put some crushed ice in a bad, wrapped it in a rag, laid down on my bed, put the ice pack on my lip, and relaxed. And thought about how strange it was that my lip hadn't bleed at all, and about how really sore my lip felt.
Two days later, I met Shane at the bus stop for school and showed off my labret and told him all about my "ordeal". I got lots of smiles and laughing out of him, and it was partial payment of everything that happened.
I discovered of the next two weeks that it was a little difficult to eat anything like I normally did, especial for the first two days of the actual piercing. I don't know how to explain how I did eat but it was a little creative.
I was kind of surprised that my parents didn't spot the piercing at all. The ring I had in my labret was silver. And silver against dark skin shows up fairly well.
Being at school with my piercing was kind of fun. I had several kids come up to me and ask me why, how, the cost of it, and was I crazy. Two of the teachers I had were upset that I had done it. One understood that I like to be different and slowly got over it, and began to make suggestions as the color and shape of the ring I should get to put in my lip. The other remain upset about my ring for a while and wouldn't let me talk to her without covering the ring.
After having the ring in my mouth for over a month I started to get annoyed about it. The saliva in my mouth was leaking out around the ring. And the only thing I could thing of doing was to keep wiping it off my chin, and from around my ring. After seeing me do that for a couple of weeks, Shane offered to give me a piece of his jewelery that he thought would fit. I accepted his offer happily.
The next day, he gave me to jewelery, a straight bar that was a 16 gauge (I didn't know it at the time). He explain to me how he cleaned (boiling the ring) and told me that I should do that to all new jewelery and that if I thought he hadn't clean it, that I should boil it again. So I took the jewelery home, boiled it, and tried to put it in. It didn't fit. I tried for 10 minutes, and managed to get the very tip into my hole, but it was so painful that I just pulled it out, and put the ear ring back into the hole.
I kept trying and trying over the next few days and on the fifth day of trying, I was able to get over the pain and push the bar in. It felt like a repeat of the first two days that I had first had my piercing all over again. But I got over it.
It was different have a straight bar in my mouth rather than an ear ring that went a little bit into my mouth. I started running the bar over my bottom teeth and it very quickly became a habit. Something I did when I was bored, hyper, or when I felt like being annoying.
Well this is my piercing story. I have two others that I would like to type when I have more time. Thank you for reading this!