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The Story of my Belly Button

my ears pierced when I was 8. I cleaned them every night, slept on my back, and tried not to bang them around any more than necessary. After 4 weeks, I took them out, ...and couldn't get them back through. What a dissappointment!! I had tons of new earrings that I'd gotten as gifts, and I couldn't even wear any of them! I cried and cried. When I was 12, I went to have them done again. This time, after my 4 weeks were up, I took out the piercing studs, shoved a new pair of white hearts through, and struted around the house with a huge smile on my face. I swore to myself then that I'd never let another piercing grow over again. When I was 15, I decided to get my belly button or my tongue done, because I thought those piercings looked incredibly sexy on women. Of course, I knew that there was no way in hell my parents would ever go for that, so there was nothing I could do but wait until I turned 18. However, my mom was willing to take me to the mall when I was 17 to get the cartilage of my left ear pierced. Believe it or not, that was the most painful peircing I've ever gotten. Seriously! It stung for hours! Well the months rolled by and finally I turned 18. I waited almost a month after my birthday, saving up the money I needed to have my belly button pierced. (I didn't have enough money or balls yet to have my tongue done!) My boyfriend Josh and I spent all Saturday morning at his house looking through the phone book for tatooing parlors where body piercing was done. We finally decided to go to Dave's Everlasting Marks in Oshkosh. The whole way there, I was shaking from being so nervous! Josh kept telling me that I didn't have to do it if I didn't want to, but I knew I'd regret it forever if I chickened out! We parked around the back of the place and walked inside, into a room where the walls were plastered with drawings of tatoos. I was very impressed. There were a few girls in the waiting room compairing fresh shiny pink tatoos. A friendly man came and asked me if he could help me. I crocked out that I wanted my belly button pierced, and he checked my ID and made me sign a bunch of paperwork. Then he invited me back into another room with the nutorious dentist's chair, and Josh came along to watch. Dave put on the rubber gloves, and I held my shirt a bit as he swiped the alcohol and iodine over my belly and made a little mark just above my navel with a blue marker. Then he asked me to lie down in the chair. All I wanted to do was to run back to the car. I lied down, grabbed onto Josh's hands, clinched my eyes, and squeezed. There was no clamp used. (I have observed that the clamp is not used on smaller people, as I have a rather small frame. Has anyone else noticed this?) I felt a slight pricking sensation on the upper flap of skin above my belly button, and then Dave told me to just take a deep breath. I did, and at that instant, I felt him jam the thing all the way through. My nervouse babbling went from "Oh god.. Josh, why am I doing this?.. oh boy.." to "FUCK ME!!!" Both of the guys thought that was pretty funny, but at the moment, I didn't find the situation very humorous at all. (Now I do of course!) I don't care what anybody says, that HURT. But after he had the ring secured, I didn't feel anything else at all. Dave was very quick and very professional. I would definately recommend him. I thanked him for his time, gave him the $40, and hobbled back outside. On the way to the car, as Josh was helping me along, an elderly man stopped and stared at my belly, then shook his head and walked away. I had to laugh! Everything seemed to be going fine after that. I was smoking a cigarette, laughing, and listening to the music, when suddenly I started to feel really lightheaded and sweaty. I tossed my cigarette out the window and tried to relax, but I was starting to get tunnel vision and my ears were ringing like crazy. All I could think about was how thirtsy I was. I managed to tell Josh that I wasn't feeling well and that I needed something to drink. He flew to the nearest McDonalds drivethrough and ordered me a Coke. I think I did pass out for a few seconds because he had to hollor at me before I would answer him, but the minute I had something to drink, I was fine again. That was scary! The only thing I would say to help prevent this would be to eat before having it done, which I forgot to do. Other than that, I would definately recommend getting it done. I haven't regretted it once yet. Oh, and my parents and my step-parents all think it's cool.


submitted by: Anonymous
on: 28 Nov. 1999
in Navel Piercing

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Artist: Dave
Studio: Dave%27s+Everlasting+Marks
Location: Oshkosh%2C+Wisconsin

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