I got my ears pierced, happy Valentine's Day to me!

Lynae N.

February 14, 2010 - 8:33 PM

I'm 24 years old. I pierced my eyebrow and my nose when I was 18 and debated getting my lip pierced too. My mouth never happened for good reason, but I did have both an eyebrow and nose piercing for quite awhile. I still have my nose pierced but made the decision to take out the eyebrow ring (in addition to growing out my spiky short black hair with occasional colored streaks) to look more presentable and older as I moved into the professional role of a therapist.

I have never had my ears pierced. I was born in an extremely small, extremely conservative town and lived there until I was 8. My brother and I were sent to a tiny little private school connected with the church we went to at the time. Piercings were out of the question. So was nail polish, lip gloss, shorts, and "inappropriate" toys such as Barbie Dolls.

As I got older the burning desire I had in my childhood to have my ears pierced faded away. We moved from town to town,went from school to school and church to church. Each town, school, and church, each had its own position on the matter and I never fought with any of the rules or restrictions when they were present and didn't necessarily indulge in the liberties when they too were present.

When I turned 18, I did want to get my eyebrow and my nose pierced so I did. Everyone thought it was so funny that I had these other piercings but I had never had my ears pierced. I thought this was amusing myself and decided that I would keep it that way for the amusement factor. However, now that I've taken out my eyebrow ring and have significantly longer hair, I look and think about how fun it would be to have pretty earrings to match my therapist outfits. I feel like I'm playing dress-up all of the time and it seems wrong to play dress up without earrings.

My husband took me to get my ears pierced for Valentine's Day this year. He told me that he was going to "stab holes in my ears" and that's exactly what happened, except he didn't do it himself. He watched, however, along with my daughter who was so curious I had to tell her multiple times to stop asking questions because the constant flow of "are you scared," "are you nervous," "is it going to hurt," "are you going to scream/ jump/ cry," "are you excited" etc. was starting to drive me a bit nutty. She had a reason to ask though. I am not ashamed so say that I am a total baby when it comes to needles. I HATE THEM! I hate blood, I hate anything that is in anyway invasive to my or anyone else's body. I am definitely a fainter and get queasy quickly even thinking about anything that grosses me out. My daughter had NO problem blurting this and other interesting facts about me, such as my strange and unexplained fear of foamy bubbles, to the guy piercing me. He took her confessions very seriously and had me lie down for the piercings and take deep breaths and kept asking me if I was ok. Thankfully, I was a big girl and didn't have any problems. I was not scared, I did not cry/ jump/ scream/ faint/ or feel sick. My pride would have suffered greatly if any of these things had happened.

My daughter thoroughly enjoyed watching the whole event take place. She was my little narrator :). Brian just sat quietly by holding my coat and purse. He is such a great husband. Nothing says I love you more than paying a stranger to poke holes through your wife. I love him too and next year I think I'll pay to have him get a tattoo so he can be stabbed with a needled over and over again for hours. This would really show him just how much he means to me. :) . . . Joking.