Independence Never Looked so Good
I am proud to say that after years of wanting to get an anti-eyebrow piercing, today I actually did it. I'm 18, and a college student. I have assorted ear piercings, including an industrial bar through my right ear, but this anti-eyebrow is my first (and probably will remain my only) facial piercing. I am in a situation where many of my friends look down upon body modification of any kind; that is most likely what made me hesitate for so long. Which, in the end, was probably for the best, because I love it so much. My lack of doubt in my decision has also helped my deal with the negative reactions I've encountered so far, even amongst friends and family. I did some research on this before I went to get it done, and found out a few things that I was quite relieved to hear my piercer, Matt, bring up with me right away, for example, migration. He also told me that if it does migrate, I can go to him, he'll take it out for me, and we can re-pierce it again, underneath the scar tissue. This should solve the problem. I made the appointment over the weekend, and I was so nervous about getting this done. I woke up nervous, and I was getting sick to my stomach all through class, just waiting for it to get over, so I could head down to the Golden Lotus with Rachel, a friend of mine. Her purpose, of course, was to take pictures to put up on BME. Class finally finished up. I went to meet Rachel at the Commons, and watched her and a couple other friends eat lunch. I was too nervous and excited. I thought I was going to throw up, and I may have if I'd eaten, before I got the piercing. The drive was agonizing. The waiting room was even more so. I filled out some paperwork, and looked at all the tattoo designs on the walls, picking out fairies and trying to calm myself down as I waited for the client who had arrived ahead of me to finish up. Finally, he left.(He was cute! He had a LOT of piercings. I wondered aloud to Rachel after he left whether or not his piercings made his face cold in the winter.) With a teddy bear in one hand and a camera in the other, I followed Matt to the back. He asked me which side, and I was glad I'd picked my right side before, because I would've felt stupid debating it in the middle of the sterile room. My stomach was going crazy, and I was glad I'd brought the teddy bear to hold onto. I thanked him, (a lot, come to think of it,) and told him how long I've wanted this for. He asked me why it had taken me so long to really do this, and I explained about my unsupportive friends, but how I'm really okay with it now. He explained the risks, such as migration, and lasting scars. This reassured me. I had seen his work before in his gallery, but hearing him talk about it made me feel like he knew what he was doing. It was a good feeling. In addition, he explained to me that he was going to use a 16-gauge bent bar, because 14 would have been too heavy for the location to handle. He started to clean the area and marked where he wanted to put it. It was a little to far to my right, so I asked for him to move it in further, closer to my nose. He got the angle almost perfectly the first time, though; I wanted the angle to mimic the angle of my industrial, which it does, quite beautifully. He moved it about a centimeter to the left, which doesn't sound like a lot, but it made the placement perfect. I thanked him several more times. I must have sounded like a total idiot, but he didn't seem thrown off by it. On the contrary, he was very nice about everything. He asked me to lie down. I was sooo anxious, I probably could've cried. This, I think, was when it really hit me. I was so proud of myself for making the appointment, for going, for being there and not being afraid of doing what I wanted to do. He put the clamps on, to test them out for placement and such. My eyes were closed at this point. (I couldn't have looked at the needle, I was too nervous.) In retrospect, this was probably the most painful part of the procedure, just to feel the first thing that put pressure on my face. Needless to say, it hardly hurt at all. (The bottom hole on my industrial hurt worse.) After a little more lying down, he finally told me he was ready to pierce me. I told myself to not flinch, and I grabbed onto my teddy bear really tight, and it really didn't hurt as much as I thought it would have. I asked him if that was it, and he told me yes, he just had to put in the jewelry. I felt him do it, and it wasn't a comfortable sensation, but it also didn't hurt too much, either. I don't think I opened my eyes until the balls were both secure. I laid there for a couple of seconds, feeling complete victory over my reality. (I know, it's so sad, but this totally represented independence for me.) I sat up, and he began wiping away the blood with Q-tips and solution. It wasn't too much blood, and he told me it was normal. He tightened up my beads, and told me that the bar was a little bit short for how he had expected it to look. I peeked at it in the mirror. We thought it was just the swelling. He told me to keep a close eye on it, just in case, and to come back if anything goes wrong, like if it migrates, or needs a longer bar. Matt also left me with these words of wisdom... "DO NOT TOUCH IT, or it WILL get infected," and "DO NOT clean it with ANYTHING except what I'm giving you now." (Thanks, Matt. I won't, I swear!) Now is seven hours later. The swelling has gone down thanks to Advil, time, and warmth. (I think the swelling was irritated by the cold temperature outside and the jewelry shrinking a little bit, but I could always be wrong.) The bar looks to be the perfect length, though I'll probably head to the Golden Lotus at some point next week just to double-check that it looks right to him. The pain is very faint, dull, more of an ache than anything else. It isn't even red anymore, and I cleaned away all the remaining dried blood very gently with a Q-tip and what Matt gave me, which is just H2Ocean. It looks exactly how I dreamed it would look, except better. I feel like I could take on the world. People who have told me they consider this to be the ugliest piercing you could get have already told me it looks really good. I can't wait to take good care of it. So, all things considered, I am $50 poorer ($40 for the piercing, $10 for the aftercare, which seemed reasonable considering that I heard they go for $65 in some places,) but so much happier with the way my face looks. I do not regret it, I would do it again in a heartbeat. It meant a lot to me to get it done, I'm proud that I actually went through with it.
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 23 Jan. 2007
in Eyebrow Piercing