At A Glance
Author	Fatima
Contact	magic_mistice@hotmail.com
When	A week ago
Studio	Downtown
Location	Sweden

I got my eyebrow pierced when I was thirteen. And I loved it. It was my second 'real' piercing, and my favorite one too. But of course, with my luck, it had to migrate. I was so angry when I realized that it was not going to stay. At first, it migrated a little, then it migrated to half its size, and it just kept going. When there was only a small piece of skin left, I took it out. But I was already planning to pierce it again. I still blame it on my friend. She doesn't think before she acts, and had bumped it and made it bleed so many times. I told her repeatedly that she could NOT throw things at my face, because they could get caught in my eyebrow. Did she listen? No. At first I had a spiked barbell, really nice. But my clumsy friend bumped it over and over again, and the edge on the upper spike cutting into my eyebrow. Which caused some king of scarring. So I changed the spikes into balls. Silver ones with green gems, they were really nice too. But then, instead of bumping it, she managed to pull on it several times. It might sound really strange, but me and my friends can be quite violent with each other. Nothing big, but with my piercings they should be careful. So, as I said, it migrated. I was quite surprised that it had held on for so long.

Well, my fifteenth birthday had arrived. My mom would take me to out shopping for my presents, because that's the way I want it. :) So she told me that it was the perfect opportunity to get my eyebrow re-pierced. I was so happy. So me, my friend and my mom went up to the piercing studio on my birthday. My friend (no, the the dangerous one) is totally un-pierced and was more nervous that I was. But she wanted to join me in the piercing room.

When we approach the studio, I got a bit nervous. I always get nervous before a piercing, I don't know why. So we get in there and I explain to my piercer that it migrated and I wanted to get it done again. She explained to me that it was possible for it to migrate again, but I was fine with it. To my friend's disappointment, she could not go inside with me. My mom would rather not watch again, so I was okay with going inside alone. I sat down and we talked about how it had migrated and other stuff. That's what's so great with my piercer, she takes your mind off of the piercing procedure. So she cleaned and marked my eyebrow. Perfect placement, right next to my fading migration scar. She took all of the instruments out of sterile bags and everything was super-clean. I chose the ring again, because it's easier to clean. As we talked about the dangers of piercing guns, she clamped my eyebrow and pierced it. It didn't hurt so much, it felt like she pinched my eyebrow. It's still worse to get your ear pierced. So, I looked in the mirror and felt like me again. She didn't need to tell me the about the cleaning, because I already knew. But she gave me the aftercare sheets anyway.

The first thing my friend said when I got out was: "Now you look normal."

That day I also changed my tongue barbell, now (instead of a blue titanium barbell) I have a surgical steel one with a green glitter ball on top.

It didn't hurt so much that day. A little sore, but that was it. It has almost been a week, and it almost painless. A bit of light bleeding, but no big deal. I clean it as I did the last time, and it seems to be great. The bitter thing is, that the day before I got it pierced, it started to snow. A lot of it too. A snow means snow fights, snow fights mean snowballs, and snowballs and newly pierced eyebrows is not a good match. Of course, I got hit by one, right on my eyebrow. It didn't hurt, and it wasn't a problem, but I still got angry. If I specifically tell them: "Do NOT throw snowballs at my face!" and they do, I do believe I have the right to kick their ass. I also bumped it lightly on a door once, and my friend bumped it again. Not so much this time, though.

So now I'm being extremely careful with it, and I'm always telling people to leave my face alone. The next person who bumps my piercing into migration, is soooo paying for my third try...

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