When I saw the prompt for today I thought, well, that’s going to be a short blog post. You see, I don’t have any tattoos at all and, at the moment, I don’t have any piercings either, other than the standard ears.
I had my ears pierced when I was 11 years old, having worn down my mother from saying that I could have them done at 21, then 18, then 16, and she finally relented when all of my friends are having their ears pierced too in the final year of primary school.
When I was seventeen, having worked for two years as a Saturday girl in a shop which sold body jewellery, I decided to have my navel pierced. I’ve no idea what the rules are now, but at the time you could get your belly button pierced at sixteen without parental permission.
Now, knowing my mother would go completely crazy if I came home unexpectedly with a piece of metal in my stomach, I decided to prewarn her:
“Mum, I’m getting my belly button pierced tomorrow.”
“No you’re not!”
“Yes, I am. And I’m not asking your permission as I don’t need it. I’m trying to be respectful by letting you know beforehand.”
My word, I was irritating, wasn’t I?! But I do regularly point out to my parents that there were far worse things I could have done as a teenager. Yes, I was a mouthy stubborn git but I never really did anything they could complain about.
Anyway, I went ahead and had it done the next day, only removing it last year when I fell pregnant with Little M. I’m fortunate that I don’t have any stretch marks from my pregnancy, but I’m no hurry to put my belly bar back in. It’s not quite the same when you’re 33, is it?
Have you got any tattoos or piercings? When did you get them and do they hold any significance to you?