The older I get, the more I do things I’ve always said I’ll never do. Last week I got my ears pierced.
I never did it as a kid or a teen, and after that it seemed too late. But after years of scouring thrift stores for agonizing clip-on earrings, I bit the bullet.
Three of my girlfriends–Kaitlyn, Nancy, and Zohal–joined me on my adventure. We headed over to Ancient Arts in Boston, MA.
From left: Nancy, Zohal, Anya, Kaitlyn. All photos courtesy of Fance Nance.
I’d spent a long time a few weeks back talking with the owner, Matt, about what to expect. Deep down, I wasn’t so much scared of the pain, but that getting pierced would make me into a different person.
But we’re all becoming different people, every day. The trick is to transform in a healthy, playful way.
And for me, getting pierced seemed like a warrior goddess tradition. Why not get in on that action? And increase the bling factor in my life?
Here’s me before, flaunting my lobe:
And here’s me after:
The pain wasn’t bad. It felt like a small, vindictive animal sinking one sharp tooth into my earlobe.
I went with purple labret studs for the starter earrings. Zohal said that the sparkle on my ears made my eyes look brighter too.
Thanks to Matt and my girlfriends for making this body art ritual fun and memorable!