15 and Pierced - A Navel's Life Story
When I was very young, maybe 4 or 5, my older cousins got their belly buttons pierced. They were 16 and 17. I loved looking at them and watching them take care of their piercings. They treated them like little babies. Being 4, and the fact that these people whom I adored had shiny pretty shiny things in them, meant that I wanted one too.
Now, I was 4/5 and obviously my mom would say no to every single one of my questions about them.
They were so pretty though. I had to have one. For the next 7 years, I didn't really give them much thought. Who needed a belly button piercing when you're out catching frogs in the local pond, or chasing your dog with the broom (yes, I was an evil child :P)
So, in grade 7,I decided to make a statement. Something no one else had. I mean, I was 12! practically a teenager! What should stop me from doing what I wanted with my quickly changing body?
So I snuck a lighter from my smoker parents and went to my room, equipped with a cup of water (well, mostly ice :P), a sewing pin, an earring hook (the kind for dangling earrings.) and I set to work.
First I burned the sewing needle, and set it aside (yeah, it likely got dirty again :P) and then I took ice from the cup and put it on my navel. It really did numb my belly.
But, I was 12, so I didn't know much about navel piercings. Actually, I knew squat. I ended up trying to pierce the bottom of my belly button, which I've learned since is called an inverse navel piercing.
So, At about midnight, after 2 hours of struggling to get it through, I fell asleep. In the morning, I couldn't find the lighter anywhere. I checked under my bed, under my pillows, everywhere. And still, no lighter. I knew this was bad. If i couldn't find it, then my parents would. Which, apparently my dad did. It had been sitting on my bedroom floor when he came in to wake me up that morning. Great.
So now I had to fess up to my mom and dad about this whole thing. Which earned me a months worth of grounding :(
In the summer of 2009, I caught the bug again. This time, there was no stopping me. I would get my navel pierced. Yet again, I tried by myself. I nearly fainted, and I am not kidding. I had to lay down, and I was afraid i would pass out, and my mom would come home to find me, needle half in belly button, lighter on the floor, and assume I had gotten crazy stoned or something.
Well, I stuck a safety pin all the way through, clipped it shut, and left it. It hurt like a b*h. I won't lie, it was probably the dumbest thing I have ever done. Whats worse was that it was crooked. Yes, I spent an hour shoving a needle in, crooked. What a waste of time.
So, I popped it out, grabbed a thicker safety pin, and tried again, towards the center of my navel. This was crooked too, being too much to the left side. I slept with it in, and when I woke up, I felt absolutely nauseous. Needless to say, I took it out right away.
My mom took me and my brother to the beach while my dad had a day with the house to himself. I had had the safety pins out less than a week, so the holes were still fairly visible, with small scabs over them.
Yeah, my mom is pretty observant. She noticed it right away. She also noticed my hair turning yellow. I had to confess to two murder charges (yes, in my house, self mutilation, and dying your hair without permission are considered murder.)
So, my mom had this in mind the entire 2 hour car ride home. I knew she was pissed.
When we got home, I went straight upstairs, and took a vitamin, and told my mom I was going to make my natural color come back sooner. It was a futile effort :P
SO I started asking my mom if I could get my navel pierced. She said it would be alright, if my dad said yes. Death! Asking Dad!?! Uh oh!
I left that up to mom. She convinced my dad it would be alright, since I'd done it twice, and hadn't died.
It was a discreet piercing anyways, nothing flashy like a lip ring. Part of my parents deal with me was to not get any facial piercings, ever. Nose was acceptable. Currently, I'm lobbying for a tongue web piercing. When my navel heals.
I checked out the local piercing places, and settled on a well known place called Tora Tattoo. They had one piercer, Deacon, and about 5 tattoo artists. My old babysitter had gone there for a tattoo of a butterfly in memory of her still-born daughter, and her two other children. She said it was a clean place. I was sold. So were my parents.
Now, Picking the day. At first it was the 31st of August. Then it was moved to September 1st. Then to September 2nd. On the 2nd, I woke up extremely early, for a summer vacation day. By this time I had been 15 for all of 7 days :P
I tried to eat, but couldn't swallow anything. I felt so nervous/sick. I'm really scared of needles.
I'd had my ears pierced when I was young, and then my cartilage when I was 13. A few weeks before my navel piercing, my mom and I went on a shopping trip, and I left with my 2nd lobes too. They were done with a gun, and it's been about 3 and a half weeks since I had them done. They're healing perfectly.
Anyways, back to my navel.
We walked in, my mom filled out a form, and we took a seat beside another mother and daughter. The mom had gotten a tattoo on her wrist, and the daughter was getting a nose piercing. She looked about my age, and completely relaxed. I took a cue from her experience. She didn't even need her mom with her in the piercing room. She just got up when her name was called, walked behind the counter with Deacon (whom I must say was very tall, nice, and hot, with tattoos and piercings decorating him.)
The girl returned, metal in her nose, smiling. Great, this wasn't gonna be so bad.
When my name was called, I walked behind the counter, my mom following closely, into the piercing room. He asked me to sit on the bed, and I told him how nervous I was. I jumped off the bed, and stood directly in front of him while he marked it, drawing a vertical line, and two horizontal. Then he asked me to walk over to the mirror and inspect it. The placement was dead center. Perfect!
So, I hopped up on the bed, sitting again. A breeze was coming in from the window, and it felt nice against the small of my back, which was burning with nervousness. I watched him prep everything. The needle came out of the sterile package, and he put the elastic around the clamp. I laid down, and he said said he was going to clamp it. It felt like a pinch.
Then, he asked me to breathe, so I did. Then came the pain. It was like a bee sting that lasted for 3 seconds. I looked to see what it looked like, and my mom and Deacon insisted I lay back down. It was a needle, with a cork on the end. Yeah, I'll keep it like that :P
He slipped the plain stainless steel curved barbell jewelry in, gave me the package to take to the cash register, where they rung it through, and it came to $42.20.
All in all, it was pretty good. I didn't even faint :D
It is still a little sore, but only when I catch it on things. Its been 12 days since I got it pierced, so almost 2 weeks.
It was red/pink when I first got it done. Like fire engine red.
Now it has mellowed out to a deep pink color. I'm hoping this is normal.
My biggest fear is rejection, but if I care for it,a nd not play with it, it should be okay.
If you're thinking of getting this piercing, I say go for it. You won't regret it. It is so cute, and I can't wait for it to heal so I can change the jewelry.
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 20 Sept. 2009
in Navel Piercing