At A Glance
Author	Vicky
Contact	Vicky@bme.anon
IAM	vicky-dreamer
When	N/A
Location	England

I am a self proclaimed fool for continually attempting to pierce myself; I don't suggest such foolish actions are copied by anyone and I dearly hope that fools like me shall one day wake up from whatever dream they may have been in and realize that self mutilation /modification is sheer stupidity especially when there are so many professional practitioners out there waiting for us to come along so they can ram foreign objects through our skin for a minimal charge!

For a couple of weeks after piercing my own nipples I'd had a spare 14ga piercing needle, still in it's packaging waiting for me to use. I knew I was ready to pierce myself again and I had an urge to follow through and make another hole in my body, my only problem was making a decision as to which part of my body would be pierced this time.
I came to my decision after spending the morning at work; when I'd gotten home I'd had a miserable start to the day and needled to do something to make myself feel better, the form of such happiness came to me as another piercing.

After much deliberation and strenuous thought I'd opted for a single, vertical, upper navel piercing, also known as a standard navel piercing; it was either that or vertical nipple piercings and as I only had one needle the Navel option came out on top, it would have been stupid to just pierce one of my nipples vertically, I'd have felt uneven waiting around for another needle arrived in my possession.

I laid out a mug of ice, 14ga needle, Iodine Tincture, Antiseptic Wipes, Jewelry, Petroleum Jelly and clamps on a sheet of kitchen paper and then stood in front of the full length mirror in my mothers bedroom, (her room has much more light than my own and so, for such a task I thought it appropriate to be able to see clearly) with a purple marker in my hand attempting to draw some guide dots for me to follow when it came time to pierce.
After 10 minutes standing around, marking, rubbing out and re-marking dots I became satisfied with their position and returned to my own room, bolting the door behind myself so's to be sure that no family members would interrupt me during the piercing process.

I took a seat at my desk and pondered weather I should go through with the piercing or not; I'd successfully pierced myself twice before but could a third attempt be pushing my luck too far? After thinking about this for the vast majority of an hour I decided to go ahead with the piercing, after all what did I have to lose?
As it had taken me so long to mark up my navel and even longer to decide if I should pierce myself or not, the ice which I'd prepared to use for numbing my navel had all melted and due to my sheer laziness I opted to not bother returning to the kitchen for more ice, I'd just pierce myself without numbing the area.

I picked up a small cotton wool pad and doused it with iodine tincture, then used that to clean the area around my navel I then took the clamps and carefully clamped my navel making sure that both purple dots were lined up in the center of the clamps – I fastened the clamps together with a small rubber band and left them in place for a few minutes whilst I unwrapped the needle from it's sterile casing.

When ready I took a firm hold of the clamps in one hand, the needle in the other and slowly started to push the needle through my navel – I felt as if I had no strength and was unable to push the needle through my skin so closed my eyes and pushed hard; there was a pinching pain and when I opened my eyes and looked the needle had passed through my skin but it was crooked
I quickly pulled the needle back through the skin and had another attempt – this time it came out too shallow but it was in a straight line, so I decided I would go ahead and use the hole even though I didn't think it was deep enough.

By now my stomach was starting to hurt and I had started to loose my nerve so I removed the needle and passed the jewelry – a 14ga gold banana bell through the new hole that I had made.
Because I'd actually pierced myself twice there was a large amount of blood around the area and pushing the jewelry through was painfully slow – I couldn't get it to come through the right exit hole so I kept on pushing, making myself ever sorer until I finally succeeded and the thread pushed its way through the desired exit hole.
Attempting to attach the ball with so much blood on my hands, my navel and the jewelry was a real task, but with a little more perseverance I had again managed to succeed

I cleaned all around the area with the antiseptic wipe, wiping up the blood slowly and carefully, trying hard not to irritate the new piercing any more than need be. When I was satisfied I took a small cotton pad and some surgical tape and placed the pad over the new piercing so that any more oozing blood wouldn't stain my shirt and give away the new modification; I didn't want any family members finding about this piercing until it had settled down.

I opted to use the standard aftercare methods of twice daily sea salt soaks and minimal movement by way of me playing with the piercing and so far it has healed exceptionally well. I know that I pierced myself too shallow and I have no doubt that in time it will migrate and I'll be left with a scar, but until that day comes I shall continue to enjoy the piercing that I gave to myself.

Barely two weeks after piercing my navel I ordered myself a "nice" titanium navel banana bell from Wildcat and as soon as it arrived in the post I sterilized it to the best of my ability and changed out the jewelry so that I could wear the new bar with it's amethyst stone.
That same day, I unfortunately managed to stretch allowing my shirt to ride up and give a glimpse of the piercing to my mother, who immediately asked how long I'd had the piercing and where I got it done.
I've known my mother many years now and I chose the option of lying to her, "I got it a couple of weeks ago mum, but I thought I best not tell you about it until it healed, that way you wouldn't doubt my judgment over another piercing."
Luckily she believed me, and who knows maybe one day I will tell her that I've been piercing myself, but that day is along way into the future and until then I hope that others don't follow in my footsteps and put themselves at harm.