Body modification has always held a special interest to me. Maybe because until I was eighteen getting anything "pierced" and/or "tattooed" was completely out of the question. I was told multiple reasonings for this. The famous you'll regret it when your older, and you will never be able to get a job with that crap over you. Crap of course being metal or ink. Years went by and I never lost my interest it was just casted aside as it was useless to argue with a stubborn parent. Years went by and I moved in with my dad and step mother who also were firmly against piercings, but not so much tattoos as my dad has one. I really wanted something pierced though. When I turned eighteen, I told my dad I had fifty bucks that I saved up from work and that I wanted to get my smiley pierced. Of course that was a no, but he knew he couldn't stop me. He talked to me about it and said I should save up another week from work and get a tattoo and that he would go with me. I agreed. I went and got my first tattoo, and the next day I got my second. It wasn't as much painful as exciting. It made me feel alive.
At A Glance Author amanda Contact peoplefeedingfrenzy@yahoo.com When Three months ago Artist Brian Studio Old Anchor Location Battle Creek, Michigan A month passed and I was happy with both of my mods. However, I decided I was going to get my tongue web pierced, then I got my smiley. Which now brings me to my topic. My dearest clavicles. I admired surface piercings, they looked so delicate, and forbidden. So I did some research on BME of course and found someone with clavicles, theres went under the bone, I decided against that but I liked the way it look. I went into my shop and told my piercer what I wanted. He said it would take him a while to get the jewelry ready so come back in a week. The week passed slower then I ever could imagine it would. I go back exactly a week later and he tells me I have to come back in four hours. Four hours, sounds like an eternity when you've already waited a week. Reluctantly I drove around for four hours. and sped back to the parlor. It was ready.
My heart raced as I was led to a back room and then he shut the door. Damn, I already knew. He told me to take off my shirt. Being that I am shy I begged and pleaded. It had to be done though. He came up to me with a pen and started marking. He told me that he wanted to make sure they were even and that it was visually pleasing. Then he asked if I wanted it above or below my bone. I told him whatever he thought seeing how he was the professional. We decided on below. After poking and prodding for forty-five minutes and several other employees coming to see if his marks were accurate, he decided he was ready if I was. He told me to look in the mirror to see if I liked the location. I nodded in excitement. Head up here feet down there, he said as he motioned me to the table.
I lay there excitedly as he got the needles and jewelry ready. I was still as nervous as I could have ever been in my life. I loved that feeling. Deep breath in, and out... come on seriously I'm so nervous hurry up. Well your left side is done. What?! I didn't feel a thing. Seriously. Then the clamps. He told me he had to clamp my skin so that he could put the jewelry in. I would be the biggest liar if I said the clamps didn't hurt. He finished with my left side and then went over to the right. I was more aware of it the second time. It was just a poke and then a pop. He was done and I had my first surface piercings.
I watched as he disposed of the needle, then I rushed to get off the table and looked in the mirror. I loved them. I felt so happy going through the whole procedure, although I was impatient that week, it was so well worth it.
I take care of them just like I'm supposed to. Daily salt-water soaks, and washing with anti-bacterial soap. They healed up fast. After that I felt like I could handle anything. I proceeded with my next surface piercing, my sternum. They look amazing together. He made sure that they were even with each other, they compliment one another rather well. I don't care if no one can see my piercings in my everyday attire. I know they are there, and I know they look good. That is all that matters.