At A Glance
Author	the little girl with big dreams
Contact	the little girl with big dreams@bme.anon
When	A year ago
Artist	Morris (very cute)
Studio	Tatoo Zoo
Location	Cork city,Ireland

I never really ever sat down and thought about ever getting pierced anywhere especially not my nipple.It was actually quite bizarre,alot of my friends had it done but I was never one to try and fit in.

It's hard to explain but I always hated my breasts,when I was small I used watch and pray they would grow.They never really did.Once I ate three cans of whipped cream thinking that would make they big,sure it was silly but that was my mentality.

One day I sat at home and I cried and cried over a boy,I wanted the world to swallow me up and never let me be hurt again.Inside I was so hurt that I had to do something,something big and unexpected.Not to impress anyone,just for myself.I needed a pain stronger than the one in my heart to distract me from it so I stood up,grabbed my purse and headed into town.

I knew I was doing something very unlike a Katy thing to do but that day I felt there was no other choice.I wandered aimlessly around town,just thinking of things to make me feel better.Then it struck me,to change the one part of me I hate the most.To modify my most feared feature.I already had tatoos so I knew that wouldn't work so I decided,well actually I didn't decide,I didn't even think I just did it.

Morris,being incredibly cute and the best piercer in Cork was a reassuring bonus as I waited in the studio.He kept me waitig half an hour until all the people had left.I must have sensed I was a little insecure.So there I sat,a terrified seventeen year old girl who wasn't afraid of the needle at all,just the thought of having to take her top off with the light on.The time quickly passed as I flicked through tatoo magazines.I even remember the time,wow I must have been scared,it was 3.35pm when I sat up on the counter and hid my face (and other parts) from the shop window.After filling out my form saying I was healthy and sober,he put on the surgical gloves.

I knew at this moment,there was no turning back.All I remember thinking is,"ooh cute boy can see my boobies,hmmmmmm".He knew I had tatoos but no piercings so simply he just asked if I was nervous.I laughed,told him the boobs story which made him laugh more.I really wasn't impressed,then cute guy said my boobs were nice.I was like "awwwwwww" then remembered he was getting paid to look at them.

So he cleansed the area with this yucky brown stuff which wasn't very attractive looking,clamped my breast,flicked me a few times which made me giggle.Yes I am girly,I didn't even need to be flicked I was frozen without my top.I took one deep breath and looked down as he forced the needle through my nipple.I felt a little faint,not because of the pain but because of the overwhelming sensation.Me, the girl who is so confident took the one part of her body that she hated the most and changed it.

I didn't make it bigger or perkier just better.I didn't do it to show people or tell people,I did it to make me like me a little more.Perphaps it was partly because of some boy but truly I know deep down,that day I pierced my nipple for me.Not for anybody else.

Yeah it was an impulsive and incredibly rash thing to do,but not for one second do I consider it a mistake.And I dont blame the boy for hurting me,in a way Im happy that it helped me to do something that made me smile.A silver 1.6ml ring just for me.

I remember that day so well,going to the chemist with one of my friends afterwards trying to find something to clean my bleeding boob with.Thank God my top wasn't white.I was like hmmm cream or lotion,cream or lotion.When I asked the lady which would be most suitable for a nipple piercing,she turned a charming shade of green.I smiled and thought to myself,"wow if you only knew how good it feels,it stings a little but wow :)"She gave me a spray on lotion and a forced grin as I left the shop thinking to myself that this day was a new start.

So maybe some of you if any of you are reading this,thinking should i get mine done? or her experience was nothing like mine.Well I believe we all have different ways of living and thinking,just like we all have different boobies.And mine got much nicer in my mind just over a year ago and even when I grow old and they get saggy,I'll still love my 1.6ml buddy.Silver,shiny and simple.

I really do think that day changed me not just physically but mentally,it made me think of the little things we can do to please ourselves and a piercing totally worked for me :)