I want to be just like my dad. One of the many reasons for my extensive list of tattoos and piercings I want. But, more importantly, I want to be my own person. Just my own person who is kind of like my dad.
It feels like I've always known I wanted my lip pierced, and, from the second the first came into my head, I wanted a side labret ring. Although, getting it wasn't going to be as easy as making my decision.
First, there was the obstacle of my mum. She's not over keen on facial piercings, which as I pointed out is slightly hypocritical of her seeing as how at one point she herself had her nose pierced. It turns out though, that all I had to do was threaten to stretch my ear instead and she was on board.
So, my parents were all for the piercing and I told them I was going to get it done at the beginning of the summer holidays, so it had time to heal before school started for year 11. I was ready, and I was going to get it done.
The summer holidays came so quickly, school was over quickly and soon forgotten, and only two weeks in, my dad, with some not so gentle encouragement from my mum, set a day. Wednesday the 29th. I counted down the days in my calender, crossing each one off before I fell asleep, this couldn't come soon enough for me. Then, boom, it was Wednesday the 29th.
My dad took me to three different tattoo shops and piercing studios, and he called another two, until Toni's said they'd be happy to do it. I was stoked. There had been a moment when I felt like telling my dad just to give up, that it wasn't meant to be, but it was going to happen, I was going to get exactly what I'd been waiting for weeks, months even, for.
We took the half an hour drive into Guildford and I was just listening to music, trying not to get nervous. But of course, my dad knows me better than he knows himself and he could see the worry in my eyes, even though it was barely there, being my dad, he felt it necessary to make jokes and take my mind off of it, as well as try and make me more worried of course. I wasn't without anxiety. All I could thing was that it was going to hurt, I'm going to cry and make an idiot of my self.
When we got there, I instantly loved Toni, he put me at ease and made me feel really good about the whole thing. He helped me pick out the perfect ring and positioned it exactly where I wanted it. There was no one there when we first got there, but more people did arrive, the first was a girl having her upper ear pierced, then two boys came in and one got his ear pierced, it was him that was in there when I sat down, he looked at me as if I was crazy. Of course, my dad wouldn't let up about the fact that I opted for a slight numbing before I was stabbed with he needle. It was slightly painful, but nothing I couldn't deal with. I just remember the coldness of the stuff Toni used to numb it.
Before I knew it, I was pierced. I got down off of the chair that looked exactly like the ones on doctors offices. And walked back out to where my dad was waiting. He just smiled at me. I'll always be a daddy's girl. Toni handed me the aftercare antiseptic and that stuff I used on my ears when I got them pierced. The exact same stuff. I really love the smell of it.
My dad, being the person he is, couldn't leave without buying something, so got himself a couple of new nipple rings, which is something I could have lived without. Especially as there were three people coming in for various ear piercings, who all looked at me and my dad strangely. Me because I had my lip pierced and dry blood all over my mouth, my dad because he was talking about nipples really loudly with Toni. But that's just fine with me.
My family are having trouble getting used to me now, they say I look really different, but I'm in love with it. Thanks to Toni, it's everything I wanted and more. Having my lip pierced has really made this a summer to remember. And I can't wait until I'm 18, I'll finally be able to stretch my ear and get those tattoos I have already planned in my head.
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