When I 14 it was so cool to have your navel pierced. It was the new hip thing. I begged my mother on many occasions to take me to get it but she disagreed. She believes that "If Jesus wanted you to have holes in your body with that metal through it you would of beeen born with it."
At A Glance Author cookiepus Contact cookiepus@bme.anon When Five years ago Artist Tye Studio body effects Location Bradenton Florida All my cousins were taken one by one by their mothers or friends parents "with permission of corse by their own parents" to get a navel piercing. I was so beyond upset that I was the baby and I was left out for everyone to rub it in my face. My older cousins taunted me about the situation. I was so angry and shattered. No one wanted it as much as I did. I actually liked body modifications. They just wanted them because they were hip and happening.
Then two days before my 16th Birthday my mother took me to a tattoo and piercing shop. She said it was so she could get a tattoo. I was so mad at her. I told her I never forgive her that MY BIRTHDAY was coming up and she was going to rub this in my face.
I believe some of my exact words were:
- "Well can't I get my septum? at least I can flip that up in my nose and you'll never see it. That way daddy never had to know either and it will be one of those fun mother daughter bonding experiences. You know the kind you always want to have but I refuse. Well I'll let you have it this one time."
-"Well what about my tongue"
-"What's the point of me even asking when you won't even take me for my navel..."
My mother smiled a real happy smile. I knew what was up. I was finally getting my navel pierced. I was stoked. We filled out the paper work. I picked out my jewelry. I didn't want one with a stone just solid surgical steel. My mother paid and we were walked to the back. I wasn't even scared. I was beyond excited. I couldn't sit still while he set up.
Then my mother had to be the mother she always is in public. The "Hip Mom" She started to talk to him and said he was cute. She asked him how old he was. Dear lord. Then she started with the dirty joked. He of course laughed. But it wasn't a I'm only laughing to be nice. He actually thought my mom was funny. I agree she was a funny person but I'm always nervous how people will react to her humor. He joked back as well. They were having a grand old time. My mother took my one special experience and turned it into laughing hour one-oh-one.
After the jokes and everything she got serious. So you going to puke? Are you scared. You better take care of it. Then he started with his speech: "Don't touch unless cleaning" "only unscented soap" "yellow crusties are you're friend they tell you you're healing." right on down the line. He marked me, put the clamp on, counted to three; slipped the needle through, slipped the jewelry through the hollow needle, cleaned up the blood, asked me how I was feeling. I was fine. I stood up and admirer it in the mirror. I was so happy.
He gave me my care list we tipped him I was on my way.
When I got home I showered to get the rest of the blood off of my skin. I started to leak on my way home. I got out of the shower and I was still dripping a small amount of blood. I ignored it. Straightened my hair looked down... there was a small puddle of blood on the floor. I was very nervous and started to feel a little queezy. I FINALLY get my mother to let me get a piercing and now I'm bleeding to death. Great this should go over real well is all I could think.
I knew that google searches weren't a good idea and I remember Tye saying if I had any problems or questions call.. So I let the bad news to my mom... I got an ear full and she made me lay down then called the shop... After talking with her a few moments he said I would be fine... She said thank you giggled and hung up the phone.
She then turned to me very slowly. You're going to die. It's over. You had to get a piercing he pierced you wrong. I knew she was kidding but I was irritated "So what do I do" "He said you'll be fine." He said its just taking longer for your blood to clot. he told me to put a maxi pad on it. The sad thing is my mother failed to tell me that he was joking before she strapped one to my stomach.