History has seen that body piercings have been a part of cultures and traditions of different civilizations over centuries.
As an Indian, ear and nose piercing doesn’t come as a shock or surprise to me, neither is it a fashion or style statement in our country.
Firstly, why go through the pain of sticking needles through your skin, pierce it and make it bleed. Fashion! We call it fashion today but earlier these were a tradition, a way of life.
There are different types of piercings, nowadays, probably in any part of your body.
The fad caught up to me, and soon the only thing I could think of is that I want to get a new piercing.
I have very modern and cool parents but they simply cannot stand the idea of me making permanent modifications to my body. They have always had a problem with me getting two tattoos done and would definitely have a problem if I got done any unconventional piercings on my body.
By unconventional I mean any place on my body other than ears and nose.
I got my ears pierced when I was a baby, specifically 21 days old. Its a ritual in our family that baby girl’s get their ears pierced the day they get 21 days old. Must be hard to digest for a few people out there why any parent would inflict so much pain on a 21 days old baby.
Be a trained classical dancer, I have always wanted to get my nose pierced and hence, my mom who herself has 2 ear piercings and 1 nose piercing agreed to let me get my nose pierced in 2007 when I was around 12 years old. Again some of you may think how a parent would be okay in letting a child get inflicted with so much pain.
I dont know what made me crave for another piercing, after almost 10 years since the last time I did it, probably it was a thing of doing something different, something no one else had done in my family or I had simply forgotten how excruciatingly painful the process is.
So I got my navel pierced on 1 July, 2017. That’s right, got my belly button pierced yesterday.
As a 21 year old working professional, you may think I am an adult and I can take such decisions in my life on my own. No, my friends. That’s not how it works in my house. I am still very scared of my parents. They are very understanding parents, letting me party, come home late in the night and all that but certain things like drinking or having a boyfriend or tattoos or multiple piercings are forbidden.
So, since I started college in 2013, I have been breaking one rule at a time.
My mom left for vacation last week and my dad will not notice that I pierced my belly, so I thought it would be a great idea to get my belly pierced now.
Now. Who do we go to when we wants our mischief to be managed? None other than the best friend. So, I go to her house and explain the whole story. As always she thinks I am insane and is worried I may get thrown out of my house (PS. It’s very common for Indian children to live with their parents, even after they become adults)
Anyway, I convince her to come with me to get my navel pierced.
I did my homework, talked to 1 skinny friend who has her navel pierced and I am ready.I shower, eat food as instructed and go to the clinic. Now on Youtube the procedure looked simple and painless but every second of that gun needle penetrating into my skin, reminded me of all the wrong decisions I took in life including the decision to get my belly button pierced.
I am not sure if my piercing is clear in the picture, but I chose a Swarovski Aqua stone double studded navel piercing.
Now as you may notice, I am not the skinny types, a little on the chubby side. However, I have a comparatively flat belly but the skin around my belly, obviously, has more fat as compared to my “skinny” friend.Naturally, it hurt more and took longer to pierce. I was screaming and moving like a maniac, so the clamping moved and made it extremely difficult for the lady to do the piercing but it was finally done.
It hurts. Period. It hurts like a bitch. But, the adult that I am, I didn’t cry. But as Blair Waldorf clearly stated, “Fashion shows not of comfort. All that matters is the face you show the world.”
So keeping her words in mind, I decided to suck it up and gracefully accept this beautiful change to my body and after all the whining and blood and 2 bottles of water and a chocolate, I stood up in front of the mirror to see a new and different me. I looked different, a good different which brings me to the next part of my title, the moving on.
Yes, moving on from a very long tenured relationship, one where I stopped loving who I thought was the love of my life. Don’t worry, no need for tissues, its my happy story. Someone found me, rather we met co-incidentally and he loved me in spite of me being broken, chose to stay with me even though I was train wreck.
I needed to do something, to mark the beginning of my new life.with my special person and my new job. Either color my hair or get a piercing done.
This piercing will forever be important to me. It has a special meaning to me.