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My Navel - Not Nearly As Bad As I Thought It Would Be

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I'm a 15 year old female in New Jersey. I'd been wanting my navel pierced for about a year, and I never really brought it up to my mom, cause I figured she'd just tell me that it was a phase I was going through. I tried to get a fake ID so I could go without a parent, but it didn't work out. So, anyway, I was getting desparate. It was becoming like, an obesession. I even started thinking about trying to do it myself...sick, I know... So, I finally decided to ask my mom, and she was surprisingly cool about it. She did the parental thing and told me I'd regret it, but she said she'd take me if I still wanted it in a few weeks.

During those couple of weeks, I did my crunches every night, to make sure my tummy was in good shape before getting it done, and showing it to, um, everyone I know.

A few weeks later, I brought it up to my mom again, and she said it was fine. We went to the closest place around Princeton, which was New Hope, Pennsylvania. A friend of mine, who has everything pierced from her tongue and eyebrow to her navel and nipples pierced, had recommended a piercing studio, called Primal Urge.

On the car ride (about 45 minutes), I was literally shaking. I kept pinching my belly button to see how painful it would actually be. We got there around 10:30 am. Since it opened at 11:00, my mom suggested breakfast. We went to some diner nearby. I couldn't eat. All I could think about was my navel and how much pain I would be in, in a matter of minutes. . .

Anyway, after breakfast, we walked toward the studio. I felt kinda sick from being so nervous, but I knew I'd kick my own ass if I didn't go through with it, not to mention the fact that everyone in my school knew I was going to get it done. I walked in the door, and went over to the desk. The piercer that day was named Martin. He was such a sweetheart, and really hot... He helped me pick out the right ring (a small solid stainless steel hoop), and took me upstairs. I was the only one in there, and my mom was waiting downstairs. He directed me to lie down on a table lined with white paper. The whole place was white, and looked like a clean hospital, which helped me to relax a little. I lay down, and tried to force myself to stop shaking. He lifted up my tank top to expose my navel. He cleaned it with some anti-bacterial stuff. He stood beside me and told me to relax. I closed my eyes. He put the clamp on for a couple seconds, told my to take a deep breath, and while I was exhaling, and he quickly pierced it with the needle. Unfortunately, I have this reflex where, when I'm at the doctor's and I get a shot, I'll like, hit the nurse. Anyway, right when I felt the pinch, I swung my arm out, and hit Martin in the leg. I appoligized, but he laughed, telling me that it was a common thing. Yeah, it hurt a little, but no more than it hurt when you cut yourself shaving. It's just like a tiny pinch, and then it's over. It's so worth it, so if you're worried about the pain, don't be, because I'm the biggest wuss ever, and it didn't really bother me at all.

I walked over to the mirror, and there was a drop of blood around the ring. He wiped it off with the anti-bacterial stuff, and it was all good. He explained how to clean and care for it. And showed my how to rotate the hoop so I could clean the inside. He complimented me, saying I had the perfect tummy for a ring, which made me feel pretty confident about it.

It was such an adrenaline rush, that I didn't feel any pain until back on the car ride home. I lifted up my shirt, and noticed some blood. I wiped it off with a medicated little paper towel. It felt okay, only a little sore. It was sorta painful the first time I showered with it in, and cleaned it. I couldn't sleep on my stomache for a couple days, but after that it was all good.

When I went back to school, everyone admired it. Any regrets I thought I might feel vanished, and I'm totally psyched about my decision to put another hole in my body.

What should I do next? Maybe my tongue. . .

Catherine (Micaela710@aol.com)

PS - For anyone in the PA area, I strongly recommend Primal Urge. It was hospital clean and everyone is really nice.


submitted by: Anonymous
on: 01 April 1999
in Navel Piercing

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