My tongue piercing at the age of 14
When I was a little girl my mom would take me to the mall to get my hair cut and whenever we went there we had to pass one of 'those' stores; the ones with rainbow colored hair dye, obscene shirts, and body jewelry. I remember one time we were walking past and I saw, what at the time I thought was, the oddest thing. There was a poster and on that poster was a scary girl sticking out her tongue....on her tongue was a big silver ball. I was horrified; why would anyone want to do that to themselves?
"I never want a tongue a piercing," I said to my mom,"I hear they kill your taste buds."
"Thank God," Was all my mom could say.
Fastforward to my Freshman year of High School, February. I had grown from that very naive and innocent little girl into a very weird teenager. Like many of my friends I had a major interest in the abnormal, the weird, the freaky; pretty much everything that my traditional and old-fashioned family was not too keen on. I had found BME and it was like my second home I would check the website everyday and I would read all the articles, gaze at all the pictures, read the stories. Everything interested me, especially the piercings. There was just something about the little gleaming bits of metal sticking out of people's bodies that I liked to see. I was kind of jealous of all of these people with all of these cool piercings, my mom would never go for that....or would she? I had asked her a couple of times before about getting a piercing but she said no. Well, I thought, this time would be different. I started formulating my plan of how to bring up the idea to my mom but there was only one problem...what to get? Ear piercing? No, no, no; too boring. Lip piercing? No, that's a definite no. I had to choose something that could be hidden but still seen, something that was cool and that people would notice.
And then I chose it; my tongue. I will get my tongue pierced, I decided. Why not? I thought. You can hide it easily, tons of people have seen Thirteen "Just don't open your mouth wide when you talk". I could put cute beads on it, play with it, it's perfect!
I started my research. I googled searched time and time over until my brain was crammed with pretty much all the tongue piercing information I could find. One cold Saturday I decided to approach my mom. I walked into her room, stood tall, and asked,
"Can I get my tongue pierced?"
"No," She said. I had expected this but I felt it was unfair that she didn't at least hear me out.
"Please? I want it because..." I went on and on about why I wanted it (mainly throwing out BS reasons) and how nothing should go wrong, the risks, the un-sexual benefits, everything I could think of. Well to make this part short we argued about it for about an hour until finally my mom gave in.
"If it gets infected, don't come crying to me," She said. I was over the moon with excitment! I was going to be getting my tongue pierced....but there was one last problem. Where was I going to get it done? The only shop that was close to us closed about a year before and although there were several other shops fifteen or so minutes away I didn't know where to go.
I did more google searches, looking Yahoo! reviews, websites, everything I could find. The shop I finally chose to go to was Riverview Tattoo (and Body Piercing). They had the best reviews, they weren't too far away, and not going to lie the big draw was that the piercing prices were cheaper.
To make a rather unecessary part of the story short; We went on that following Monday. I forgot my ID so I couldn't get pierced that day but the piercer, Orrin, was very helpful in answering my mom's questions and concerns about the procedure.
The next day, Tuesday, I knew was the day. It was going to happen. That night my mom and I went back to Brewer again, me with my ID and birth certificate in hand, and we went back into the shop. The place was really clean, neat, and organized, nothing like all of those seedy tattoo places you see on all the tv shows. I nervously stared at the body jewelry case as we waited to get papers signed and to pay. Once we did I was given an after-care sheet and was told to go back into the piercing room. Orrin was setting everything up and I looked around. The room was rather spacious, kind of reminded me of a dentist's office, and there was a small tv playing a movie in the far right corner of the room. I sat down on the chair and watched the movie to ease my nerves while my mom anxiously stood at the far end of the room. I was given a bib for my drool and then finally I was told to stick out my tongue. Orrin wiped it off with an alcohol pad and started inspecting my tongue. He found the right spot to pierce it at and told me to stick out my tongue really far. I did my best and finally he got the needle ready. I had seen youtube videos of this, but when the needle is in front of YOUR face it's a bit more scary. He told me to take a deep breath and he slid the needle through. I expected it to hurt but it really didn't. It felt like heavy pressure on my tongue, like a spoon diving into a fresh cup of jell-o, but no pain. He put the barbell in next and then told me I could close my mouth. Immediately I tasted blood and fresh metal, the bar felt funny in my mouth. My mom thanked him and we went out into the main part of the shop. My mom got a couple of beads her for piercings and we left the shop, going back out in the cold to the car. I immediately whipped out my phone and started texting my friends, telling them about my cool new piercing. I kept glancing at my mouth in the visor-mirror in disbelief that I had finally gotten a piercing. My mom took me to the supermarket and we got a few things that I would need (jell-o, popsicles, mouthwash, etc). I felt so cool walking around the store, I smiled at just about everyone who looked my way. I had a cool hidden piercing that only my mom and I knew about and it just felt awesome. But soon the high wore off and reality set in; healing is a bitch. When we got home I was thirsty. I ripped open a bottle of gatorade and started to drink but only having to stop. The bar would lurch back in my mouth every time I took a sip, the motion irritated my fresh piercing. I used a straw for the rest of the night and eventually brushed my teeth and went to bed a happy camper. The new morning I woke up excited to show everyone at school my cool new tongue piercing. I got up to go to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth but when I opened my mouth I was shocked; my tongue blew up like a mother-effing balloon! I mean I knew it was going to happen but it just looked so...scary in my mouth. It was like a little pink pillow with a silver ball sitting in the middle of it was in my mouth. I had to carefully brush my teeth, avoiding hitting my tongue because it was sore. I got ready and then started to prepare to eat breakfast. Let me just say this; eating with the new piercing is hard. The bar moves all around in there and it's just unpleasant to deal with. I had to spoon little bites of jell-o to the back of my mouth neat my throat in order to swallow, it wasn't exactly as easy as I expected it to be. The bigger pain, though, was mouthwashing after eating or drinking anything but water (but it's necessary!).
Off to school I went and I showed all of my friends. Some of them were shocked, others were amazed, some thought I was an idiot, others thought I was awesome but there was one final problem with the piercing; The slur. I got it and I got it bad. I sounded like mush mouth. Good news was this only last for a few days, by the same time the next week it was gone and my only issue was the massive bar a-floppin' around in my mouth. It seriously moved around so much that I was counting down the days to change it. Finally when the glorious day came I high-tailed it to the mall and bought a couple packs of 14g tongue bars. It took me a couple of tries and about twenty minutes in the car but eventually the long bar came off and I slid a shorter, much cuter, one in. It felt SO much better, it was such a relief to have the long bar gone.
In all healing went great, nothing at all went wrong. I've been back to Riverview three other times for piercings and probably will continue to go back (Orrin is good at what he does) but I will say this: I wished I would have waited to get my tongue pierced. That might sound really ridiculous to some people, especially considering I'm only 16 now and I still have it, but I just really wish I would have gotten something else first. I still love the piercing, so much infact I've started stretching it, but there is just a part of me that feels like it would have been better, a much more pleasant experience, if I had gotten the piercing at a point in my life where I was more capable of realizing all of the potentially bad consequences of getting a piercing as well as taking it more seriously than I did. I mean body modification is serious stuff and when I got my tongue done I only did it to be cool, not really so much for me. So for any young-ish people considering 'hard' piercings, just really make sure it's what you want and that your capable of handling it.
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 31 Aug. 2010
in Center Tongue Piercings
Studio: Riverview Tattoo
Location: Brewer, Maine