Okay, well, I'm 15 and I got my navel pierced when I was about 13. Almost three years ago, because I'm almost 16 now. Rolling back about 4 1/2 years when I was 11, I had been watching television after school one day when this commercial came on. I had noticed that the girl in the commercial had a small silver bar through her navel, it amused me so I instantly jumped on the computer and started doing research on what that thing was. I later found out about piercings and tattoos, doing research for now four and a half years.
At A Glance Author Pink Punk Contact maniac_withaguitar@hotmail.com When Two years ago I begged and begged my mom to let me get it done, I offered to do extra chores and to skimp on doing the things I liked, and to do better in school. But tragically, she wouldn't budge. She was convinced that once I got my first piercing that I would get addicted. (Which I have, hehe) She said I was also much too young to do it. So I gave up until I hit thirteen, but only after I saw a few girls at the mall with the ever- so- mesmorizing banana bell or navel ring. So I thought, 'Why not? I haven't asked for two years now, she should see how responsible I am and let me.'. So I asked. And what do I get? "You're too young, you don't even need something like that, anyway." I got frustrated. I thought my mom would never let me get it done.
So I just stopped asking for about two months, picking up on my chores, making the honor role in school and being... 'tolerable'. My step dad was totally against the whole thing, he was flat out about the fact that he thought it was trashy looking and what not. But what I didn't know, is that his anger about the subject would later boost my mom's decision in letting me get the whole thing done. A couple weeks rolled by and my mom and I were in a small Golden Gallon convenient store. I spotted a small rack of things, amoungst jewelry, sunglasses and just anything you could think of. About then I spotted a small pink jeweled silver banana bell. I fell in love, it had a short chain hanging on it with little pink dragon flies and hearts on it. (Cheesey, I know.)
So I got it with a fight from my mom, taking it home and admiring it as it glimmered and shined. I even tried taping the silver ball onto the top of my navel and holding the bottom up to my navel. I was infatuated with this little piece of surgical steal. And I was determined to get it done. Well one night, my now ex friend Megan was over, and she had her navel pierced already. I was still in a fit of frustration over my mom not letting me get mine done, and I told Megan this and she's like, "Why not just do it yourself? I did mine myself." I thought about it for a moment and figured, why not. I had pierced my ears a second time, why not my navel?
So then, I got a small safety pin, some hydrogen peroxide and a little hoop earring. (Big mistake.) I finally worked up the courage to pierce, so I held the safety pin up to the bottom dot that Megan had made for me, took a deep breath, and pushed. I pushed it right through a small piece of skin, nothing that could qualify as a piercing but I wanted it bad enough that that was all I needed. So I slipped the hoop in and we went to sleep. Next day at school, all this blood and infection was caked around the hoop. I tried washing around it with some dampened tissue but it wouldn't work. After being in denial for a few hours I finally decided to take it out and just get over it. After I got home, I showed my mom the scar and she wasn't THAT upset with me over it. She just saw how serious I was about wanting it.
My step dad found out about my mother deciding to let me do it and said flat out, NO. He doesn't believe in any type of piercing but the ears and it was totally out of the question. Skipping foward a bit, my mom and step dad were fighting so my mom and I were out driving and I brought up the subject of piercing my navel. I was like, " I want it done still, but Joe said I can't." That was all it took, my mom swerved into the small beauty shop/piercing parlor beside this convenient store and we went in. I was almost sick from excitement, I was finally about to get what I had wanted for two years. We looked around before talking to the woman behind the counter, aproving after we saw the cleanliness of the place. We then went up to the glass counter, inside it displaying different jewelry. Eye candy to me. The woman, of which I can't for the life of me remember her name, began to talk to my mom and I about the procedure and aftercare.
My mom asked me if I was sure and I nodded my head wildly. With that the woman lead me back into the small, square, white room that smelled of bleach. I sat up in the long, white, dentist chair and relaxed backward, feeling the breeze of a small fan on my face. She then lifted my skirt and tucked what looked like a dog's pissing pad in my shorts and cleaned around my navel with green soap and iodine, then rubbing alcohol. Then she had me stand up and she marked beside the scar and I was set. The moment of truth had arrived and I was piss- your- pants excited/nervous. I then lay back down in the chair, taking a few deep breaths before she put a pair of gloves on and clamped my navel. (Being the most uncomfortable part, seriously.) She then put a cork on the top side of the clamps to catch the needle as it came through, telling me to breathe easy and not to move. 1...2...Poke. I felt it go straight through and come straight out the other side.
I didn't look down until she told me to, seeing a little red and neosporin covered navel. A pierced navel. What I had wanted for so long. I was extatic. I jumped up and thanked the woman, hugging her before running out to show my mom. She, to my surprise, loved it and soon after got hers done. I now am the proud mommy of a 14g navel ring, 00g ears, and an eyebrow ring. And I'm soon expecting to get snake bite lip rings, a septum piercing and to stretch my ears to a 1/2 and stretch the second holes to 4g.
I know, if you're young, and your parents don't agree on piercings, it frustrates you. But just give them your from the heart reason why you want it, and just work for it.
Happy piercing everyone!