My first piercing was when I was little, when I was about two I got my ears pierced. My dad still laughs about it because I had one of those fun delayed reactions...she pierced and then I sat there for a few seconds, then started screaming. They had to hold me down to do the other ear.
At A Glance Author Siddhartha Contact watboutzeke@yahoo.com When Three months ago Artist Chelsie Studio Mothers Peircing Location Covingtion
After that I never really thought about getting anything else pierced. Till one day out of boredom I asked my mom can I get a cartilage piercing, I don't really know what brought this question about but I asked any ways. I was a quick no, more because my aunt got one and it never healed. So I went through a list of things I wanted pierced, especially a vertical labret, but not to my surprise they were all no's. Till I got to the eyebrow and she thought about it...then said no. So I did what any normal girl would do, I went to my father. First I figured I would go and find fun information (thanks BME) and make a formal presentation of why I should have my eyebrow pierced. Impressed by my ability to look at the pros and cons of a piercing, and then making an adult decision he went to talk to my mom.
It was about a month debate between me and my mom. She even tried to compromise with a tattoo her reasoning "Well no on will see it and it's easier to hide." I thought really hard about it but I said no, something about injecting ink into my skin and it never coming out, and not to mention I'm only 16, I couldn't fathom something that would be on me forever. Needless to say I wasn't ready for that kind of commitment at a young age I would a wait a while for that one, and at least with a piercing I could take it out and just have a little scar.
My mother finally gave in and we decided on a piercer, recommended by a good friend who said that they were the cleanest and the most ethical of all the places she had went to. Then on the first day of school she and my father went to mother piercing and tattoos (after much conversation, my mother refused to go and see her baby ruin her beautiful face). The place was so clean it wasn't even funny...wait, no it was. My father who had gotten a tattoo a few years earlier at a different place was amazed, he said it was the cleanest tattoo place he had ever stepped foot in. We looked at all the beautiful tribal pictures and tattoos for a while till Chelsie came out. The most darling little red headed lady you will ever see. She gave me all the papers talked to my dad for a while, and my friend (they knew each other from previous piercing) communicated exactly what I wanted, do to the fact that I am shy and nervous at this moment.
She said ok, and we went to the back were it was very homey and clean I liked it. She then went through the sterilizing of the needles and every thing, my dad was impressed and smiled which made me realize how comforting it was to have my dad there. At the end my dad said that she even made him want to get something pierced. She cleaned me up got every thing ready. My heart was racing but she was so sweet she claimed my down. I was afraid this might turn into a repeat of my first piercing experience, but it wasn't and to my surprise it wasn't bad at all. It hurt of course just not very badly, a tear trickled down my cheek and that was about it. Soon as I started my piercing adventure it was over. She inserted the jewelry, took out the needle, and tightened the balls on it. I looked at myself in the mirror; I was different but the same. My dad took a good look at me and said..."cool, I like it" which was all I needed to hear.
I said my thank you's after I got after-care papers, and give my piercer a tasty tip for being so ungodly nice. But before we left my dad had to ask how much tattoos were because he was planning on getting another one after got his black belt in few months.
We took my friend home the went to the store to get some cleaning stuff for my brow, and after that I would be set since she had already given me the sea salt. The whole car ride home my dad was pretending to smack my piercing and I would scream bloody murder. He then commented "I like it a lot, but when that needle was sticking out side of your face it looked pretty cool." He also commented on me being brave because I wanted to look at the needle before she but it in my face, he could never do that. We finally got home where my mom freaked out as expected and my brother asked why couldn't get one, which was also expected.
It's been a while since then, it has healed up pretty good, no infections, it hasn't been rejected, and now its just apart of me like anything else I clean it and take care of it. My dad is going to get his tattoo in a while were I shall be accompanying him, and hoping I can talk him into letting me get another piercing, maybe get another eyebrow, an anti- eyebrow, or vertical labret. He has said no to all," You're going to be 18 in about 10 months, if you really want it you can wait." Which is true I don't mind waiting, but I would be nice if I could get one now? But when I do get another one, which I will, I promise I will take my dad, because there is something about body modifications and father daughter bonding that gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling on the inside.