My mother would cringe if she knew. Even though I wore earrings every day since middle school, she didn't let me pierce my ears until I was 18. Some of my high school and college friends would raise their eyebrows. Others who knew me better would just shake their head and laugh. My clients - well, they'll just never know.
My friend's boyfriend asked me what made me decide to do it. I hadn't really put it into words until then. I told him I just wanted to. I like the look, and my belly's decent enough to pull it off. My experience in LA last month when some women at a party gave me those shocked looks when they could see my belly button helped push me to do it.
The experience wasn't bad at all, but it hurt more than I expected. I anticipated that sharp little prick like a shot at the doctor's office or when the piercing gun pokes through your earlobe. This was more. It almost brought tears to my eyes, but having my friend with me made it much easier. And I still laugh about the woman's bad breath who did the piercing. She did a good job as far as I know, but at the time, it was a needed distraction. She thought I was feeling faint when I stepped away from her afterwards. Really, I was just trying to put a little distance between us.
Some men think a naval ring is sexy, and any man who doesn't probably wouldn't like me anyway. But I didn't do it to be sexy for anyone. I did it for me and because I wanted to.
Love to the single girls,
Addison
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