For about the past four years, I have been begging my mother to let me get a piercing. My piercing stage started about when I was around 11 or 12 and I wanted to get my navel done. I asked and asked and the answer was forever "no". I had even resorted for asking a friend to do it. But even now at 16, I still have no navel piercing.
At A Glance Author Ely Contact cgbandchik@yahoo.com When Six months ago Artist Wes Studio Raz-Ma-Taz Location Kannapolis, NC
Last Christmas I asked to get my tragus done around the new year and I gave an amazing plea. I told my mother that it's a very girly piercing and it isn't as flashy as a navel would be. It took a month or so to convince her but I was still a little scared that she would reject her idea.
I searched on You Tube for videos of piercings and different sites to get educated on my choice before I went fully in. Every time I saw a girl on television or My Space with a tragus piercing, I could feel my tummy and my heart start to race. I would get happier and happier as the new year approached. Razmataz is where all of my basic piercings have taken place and all in all I'm happy with the work. A few people asked where I planned to get it done and I told them but they always said that is was a bad shop to go to and that their things aren't clean. At that point, I didn't know any other shops around here, so I decided to just stick with my shop and do it anyway.
For a few days, I found a few pictures to show her what it would look like and to butter her up some more, I found ones with studs expecially. Nothing huge and nothing gauged. I was surprised that she still agreed and stuck to her choice a few weeks later.
Around the sixth of January we took myself and a friend to Razmataz to get my tragus done. I was all in for it and as soon as I got there I began to get nervous. There was no turning back now. The credit card had been cleared and every thing was set up.
I lied down on my back and I felt the rubber gloved hands clean my ear which felt for like eternity. I had my friend take pictures and my mother was holding my hand. I knew the clamps were next. I had heard stories about that being the worst part and that they hurt like a bitch but as soon as they were there, I felt no discomfort. I thought the entire thing was going to be a piece or cake. Then the needle. The words that sprung out of my mouth were a little foul. I screamed "Jesus Christ on a stick; MOTHER FUCKER!" The entire shop laughed a little bit. The ring wasn't anything to the needle and as soon as it was done, I was incredibly happy that I had it done.
The healing was a little rough considering I'm allergic to anything but titanium but it's still in and I love it more and more everyday. My mother loves it and plays with it every time I lay down on the couch. My father who hates any type of body mods even likes it.
Now it's six months later and I've changed the ring more than I bet a hundred times. I went from the basic ring and ball that was in there to a 16 gauge horseshoe with green crystals on the end to a 16 gauge barbell and back again. A few weeks ago I decided to gauge up to a 14 with a straight tongue ring and switch to a 14 horseshoe. It was a little big but I kept it. I would take it out over a few hours to let it air out and it clean it and every time without fail, it just slid back in. I accidently forgot to put it back in and it almost closed up all the way but I wasn't going to let that happen. I'm not sure what happened but I think I half way re-pierced my tragus. I'm now back to a 16 but wanting to get a bit bigger eventually.
All in all, I don't think I could be happier with the placing and size; I love it.
And for anyone who might have a problem with getting the parental permission, just keep trying and make sure you know a bit about it and put up a good argument. Hopefully things will end up in your favor, but never stop trying. If you want the piercing bad enough and you stand tall, strong and educated about your choice, maybe you'll get what you want (: