For those of you that have only met me within the last 10 years, you missed a very interesting time in my life. Pink hair, tattoos, piercings. Oh lordy was I pierced. You name the part, I could show you how it was decorated.
As we have covered in passed blogs, I was fat since senior year. Lets do the math... 1998/1999 - 2012. My very first piercing at 18 years old was my belly button. I though I was hot stuff at 200lbs rocking my tummy decor. Why didn't anyone tell me otherwise? Long story short, it never healed well. It was stuck under rolls of flab and squeezed into jeans. Not an environment conducive to healing speared body parts. After a few years, I gave up and took it out. Let it close up and shut that chapter of my cool life.
Recently, I've been unveiling my belly for flex friday. Embracing it, stretch marks and all. This summer, I even donned a bikini. Things are only looking better in the tummy department. The stretch marks, well, there is nothing I can do about them. I have decided that they are my tiger stripes and I have earned them. They are a constant reminder of where I was and where I am going. There is/was however one little scar over my belly button that I had started to feel a bit self conscious of. I had enough with the skin and stretch marks, that was just one more thing in the mirror to dwell on. Yesterday morning, I woke up and had a thought. I thought that if I could cover that scar, I'd feel so much better. But with what? A tattoo? Plastic surgery? Ehhh. A piece of jewelry? Hmmm. I thought back to this summer when in my polka dot bikini, I was playing in the ocean with Gracin, my cousin. She pointed out the scar and asked what it was. After explaining, she looked at me very squarely and told me to never do that again. For the heck of it, I entertained that stance and asked her why. At 7 years old, she frankly said, "DoyDoy, it's just too goth.". That little bugger. I can't say that her opinion didn't weigh heavily on my decision. All in all, another piercing, goth or not, did seem like the best option. Okay! That was it! That was the solution. So... 8 hours later, I walked into the tattoo place and walked out with a new trophy. This time I didn't get my belly button pierced because I thought it was was cool thing to do, I got it because.... well, because I can. I earned this tummy and I can decorate it any way that I want.
I am pretty sure my inspiration came from my very pierced friend Becca. I still love the look. I miss it terribly. I only told one person that I was going to do it. I felt like a teenager sneaking around because I knew mom would hate it. Well, she will hate it. Possibly more now since she thought that I was over that part of my wild past.
So, here I am. 31 years old and just got my belly button pierced. I get a chance to try this over again. First, lets start with ending this blog post. Sitting down hurts my tummy. Ouch!
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