It All Started When I Pierced My Own Ears
A hasty act of defiance turned into a symbol of freedom I can’t quit
I wasn’t much prone to rebellion as a kid, though I had plenty of reasons to rebel. Mostly, I did the things I was supposed to do. I went to school and brought home good grades. I went to work and brought home decent money. I paid my speeding tickets and my pager bill, and I didn’t break curfew.
My parents kept me on a very short leash; it was their way of keeping me safe, I guess. If I didn’t go anywhere, didn’t see anybody, didn’t do anything – then surely I would keep out of trouble.
It’s only fitting that when I did rebel, I chose carefully those acts of defiance I could perform right under my parents’ roof — ones they wouldn’t discover until the deed had been done, if they discovered them at all.
I was always fascinated by piercings
When I was little, it seemed that all the coolest girls had earrings trailing up their earlobes. When I got a little older, cartilage piercings came into fashion, and shortly thereafter, other body piercings became all the rage. I had a season ticket to all the body modification trends.
Throughout my life, everyone I looked up to had something sticking out of her body — a nose…
