My Second choice my belly button
I’ve always been into piercings. In reality, I like them! I actually need to get my tongue done, but I could not ( due to my jobs rules ) so I had to choose something a touch more low key. I got my belly button pierced after tons of pushing from my best mate. I’ve always believed that I was too damn fat to pierce my belly button. You usually see these small bitty thin girls walking around in halter tops and short shorts with thier navals pierced.
Im not small bitty. I wear a size ten in pants. I’m extraordinarily curvy. And I’ve got a belly. But my best friend–I call her “Pierce”– told me repeatedly again don’t worry. Then I saw this extremely fat girl at hot subject with hers done, and she showed it off with such confidence, I had to do it. I made up my mind, on my 18th birthday I was getting pierced. I had my heart set on it!! We went to Cape and I was so scared. I decided I might eat first then we might go.
We went to the place at roughly 1:45 or so. They were closed! I thought this was some type of omen…I wasnt meant to do it. But “Pierce” told me they did not open till two. So we went to the mall. I acquired a lovable small naval ring. Its a bar with a crystal star. Anywho, we returned at 2:30. Still closed. Strike two. We rode around. By this time, I was so prepared to do it. I just needed to get it over with. I was ansy and jumping around in my seat. We returned at 3:30 and they were ultimately open. We ran in and filled out our paper work.
Then he called us to the tiny room. It became so sterile. He probably did everythign right. He used individually pre-packed needles and clamp things and everything. He had me stand to the front of him and he inspected my belly button.
He cleaned it with betadine three times to guarantee it was absolutely clean and made marks on top and on bottom of the top part of the b.button. Then he had me go lie down in the chair. I was so shocked. Becca held my hand and I stared at the ceiling. ( there had been a poster of different types of snakes for my reading pleasure ) He clamped my belly button with the tong things. That hurt like hell. Then he pulled and made sure my holes were lined up right. He put a cork thing within my bellybutton and got a fourteen gauge needle and poked it thru. I yelped! I knew he was doing it, and just as he touched me with the needle I started readign the poster *GREAT AMERICAN PYTHON—EEEEEEH* then I sighed as the needle was thru. He then told me I’d feel a little pulling. He pulled out the needle and put my ring in. THat was my favourite part. It felt good. He connected the ball, and cleaned me some more. That stung bad. Then he put some neosporin on me and I was thru. After we left, Becca “Pierce” and I sat in my auto admiring our belly buttons. At each stoplight, I was taking a look at it and giggling! I was happy with myself for doing it. Mine only bled a tiny bit, but Beccas bled alot. For about two hours..mine did for a similar amount, it was like…a drop of blood. Hers was dripping constantly..it was unpleasant. When I got back to my city, I went and showed it off to everybody at my office. My pals Brandon, Bob, Aaron, and Dale believed it was lovable. Marcus believed it was nasty!! Then I returned home and showed it to the old lady. She believed it looked cute and was not the least bit nutty at me. But my pa was soo pissed off.
He declined to speak to me. I believed at least I did not get a tattoo because I will be able to remove this and thats the end of it. And that was NOT dear in any way. It only cost me thirty greenbacks ( and a five buck tip, Im an enormous tipper ) I don’t know why he was so loony at me. Hes over it today though . Each morning i was it with phisoderm antibacterial soap and I am doing the same before bed. Then I am doing it about two or 3 times throught the day, since I’m employed in food and I am getting sweaty. And I apply Neosporin alot, so it does not get infected.
I can’t wait for the following three weeks to pass so I can change from this mad ring. I wouldnt take this back for the world it is a great expierence. Next, maybe I am going to get a tattoo. That sounds rather like fun!!