My boyfriend had just broken up with me. And I wanted to do something to mark the occasion. It wasn't a physically abusive relationship, but a mentally and emotionally stressful, and I suppose at times abusive one.
At A Glance Author nicole Contact brainstew_girl@hotmail.com IAM babydoll When A year ago Artist Stephanie Studio Mac's Location Granville Street, Vancouver B.C. I marked the occasion by making a change in my body, on my breasts, that he chose not to see on many occasions. I thought that because of our sexual past together, I should get some kind of 'sexual' piercing. Something that I could keep hidden from him, the way he hid parts of himself away from me during our relationship.
I cried to my girlfriends about my loss at the time. And I fought with myself to get over him, which was incredibly hard to do. We debated, and then decided. Nipples it would be. Three of us together. The girls that stood by me through my darkest times, with guys, with family, with drugs and with myself.
I made the trip out to Vancouver to spend a week with my friends. We laughed we shopped, and were basically just girls. It felt nice to get away from the torment I put myself through at home, over this guy.
At this point I was desperate. It was close to Christmas, my boyfriend broke up with me, and being a 17 year old student, I was broke. I made the absolute worst decision of my life. I had sex with someone for money, to pay for my piercing, and for my friends. I met him in the morning, and did what I did. Then continued on with my day, after of course a good and long cry on my girlfriends' shoulders. But still they stood by me holding my hand, not mentioning that they told me not to go.
We made the trip from New Westminster down to Downtown Vancouver. We stopped in at a couple stores before heading up to Mac's. I had never been there before but one of my friends had, and thought it was a good experience, so I decided to go along with her judgment.
We all met our piercer, and picked out our jewelry, I chose SS rings with very pretty purple beads. We headed into a back room, together, for moral support.
I decided to go last, Mel went first and Sara second.
Top off, standing there naked from the waste up with a girls head between her boobs - rather entertaining. I took one side and Sara took the other side. A hand for squeezing. Clamps, squeeze, eyes closed, pierce, release, and the same for the other side.
Basically it was the same procedure for Sara, but not for me.
My nipples were incredibly sore and were bleeding, from my prior experience that day. Marked, checked, clamped. Oh Jesus those things hurt my poor little boobs. I had to hold it in place for her, because something slipped and she had to get a new one.
Breathe in and out and in and out and pierce "Jesus, shit ow", squeeze both the hands in mine. Giant breath in and I look down just as she's putting the rings in, pushing the needle out. That hurt more than the actual piercing I think.
Okay, so one nipple is done.
The second one was basically the same thing, but on the other side, go figure. But this time, when the needle went through, I wasn't really ready, I wasn't doing my breathing yet, and an automatic reflex kicked in and I kicked her (no pun intended) right in the knee. I apologized profusely, and told her that I really didn't mean to do it. She kind of laughed and said it happens all the time.
I watched again as she put the ring in this nipple. The ring had some trouble going in and I swear to god she twisted my nipple to get me back for kicking her. It hurt so much I thought I was I was going to be sick, it actually made my eyes water. The bead was put on, and my jaw was still dropped open.
I put on my bra and shirt, and chatted again with my girlfriends as we headed up to the counter to pay, me still complaining about my one very sore boob. We paid, and tipped together quite well actually if I remember correctly.
One step outside, in mid December and each one of us covered our boobs and cringed at the cold. It was a pain I will probably never forget, simply because as I think about it, my nipples start to hurt all over again.
Aftercare was simple, crusties cleaned off then some mild soap in the shower and a hot cloth at night. Short and sweet. It was simple, and the best investment of my life. I've never had rings bring so much pleasure and release to my life.
Painful, yes...would I do it again of course!
Not only did my nipple piercings allow me to grow and move on, it marked the last time I would ever allow myself degrade myself in that matter.
Thank god for my nipples...and their rings!!!