First Piercing Experience
I was thirteen going on fourteen and I knew there was only one thing I wanted for my birthday: a standard eyebrow ring. My sister and I often talked about what kind of piercing we always wanted and while talking about it one day, my sister told me I should just flat out go to my mother and ask. Being the timid pre-teen I was, I was not sure of how my mother would react. On one hand, the piercing was relatively cheap and could always heal if I wanted to remove it. On the other hand, I'd be the only student in my middle school with any sort of body modification (besides earrings). My mom worried about her parenting coming into questioning by other people, or how the rest of the family would see me, but in the end, she knew I was growing into the person I wanted to become and she understood me.
So, about a week before my fourteenth birthday, we went into August Moon Tattoos and inquired about the piercing. The piercer (I'm sure his name was Aaron, but it was so long ago I hardly remember) wanted to make sure my grades were good and that I was good to my mother. Once he realized what a good kid I was, he said he had no problem doing my piercing.
So I went to school and told all of my friends what I had planned, but none of them believed me. They had thought I was trying to sound cool, or was going to get something fake. Little did they know, this little girl wasn't lying.
The day of the piercing, I was nervous and full of fear for what kind of pain lay in store. I mean, a needle was going to be shoved in my face! I wanted it, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. My mom and her then boyfriend were in the room with me when it was done. My mom couldn't watch. I saw the shimmering needle and bright blue gloves. He told me to close my eyes and take a deep breath. I waited for an over-whelming sensation of pain and agony, but to my surprise, I felt a warm but of pressure and that was it. No excessive bleeding, no agony, nothing! I laughed with relief and left feeling proud I had actually done it.
I went to school Monday and received quite mixed reactions. Of course, all of the students I was friends with thought it was awesome and they were so jealous my mom let me do it. My health teacher gave me a lecture on how I could have punctured important glands and ruined my eyesight forever and how stupid of an idea it was (If only she saw me now). In the end, I was no longer known as the short girl with long brown hair, but that girl with the eyebrow ring. After that, a lot of bullying type of kids gave me a sort of unspoken respect, because I dared to do something none of them have, and that scared them a little. They could talk like they were tough, but they wouldn't dare to get a piercing (that didn't even hurt a bit). Needles are so small, but they scare some of the biggest people. That always makes me laugh.
The rest of my large family never really spoke about it. They kind of ignored it and pretended it wasn't there. I knew they thought it was trashy and ugly, but I honestly didn't care what they thought of it. It was my special little decoration and I needed to love something about myself, because I was going through middle school, of all times. I needed some confidence, even if it came in an unconventional way.
This was also my first time feeling discrimination for jewelry too. I noticed people didn't approach me quite so much, or looked down upon me because I looked so young and "wild". Some older people with tattoos and piercings would give me smiles and nods in a sort of encouraging way, and that made me happy. Although, it still sucked knowing that people judge for the smallest thing, even if it's a tiny silver ring. I'm glad I learned that early, because I'm still pierced and in the process of being tattooed and I'm barely 18. I'm going to have people look at me strange, but it's ok, because I understand who I am and that's what it's all about.
I'll never forget my first real body modification. Unfortunately, the ring was ripped out 11 months later, but I still have the scar there, and though my mom thinks it is ugly, I love it just as well. It's mine and always will be.
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 30 Sept. 2006
in Eyebrow Piercing