Ashley S.


I had the pleasure of getting my septum pierced last Autumn. If you would’ve told me anytime before it actually happened I would’ve never believed you. I’ve always been very shy my entire life. I’ve always done what I was “supposed” to do. One late night after work I was hanging out with some of my friends, and one of them wanted to get her nose pierced. We all agreed that we would go for support. Once we got to the tattoo parlor we were greeted by some of the nicest people I’ve ever met. They asked us what we were interested in, and my friend, Tori, said she wanted to get her nose pierced. The nice guy told us it would be a little while before a room opened up so we sat in the lobby and looked over some of the things in the shop. My other two friends decided that they would also get piercings since we were there. Of course I wasn’t. I was the good kid. I didn’t do things like that. We waited for maybe a half hour then we were escorted into a room with a lot of art everywhere. I had never been in a place like this before. I was in art in high school, so I was creative. I appreciated the works that were hung in this room. Tori went first and took the needle like a champ. No tears, not much blood. It seemed like it took a second and then it was done. My friend Lindsey went next. She was a little more apprehensive. She was getting her nose done as well. She sat in the chair and the man asked her how she was doing. He had tattoos and piercings practically everywhere, but I swear he was such a sweetheart. He told her to count to three and it would be over. No tears for her either. Next, my best friend, Brandi, went. She was getting an industrial done. I held her hand because I thought it would help. Two seconds and it was over. The guy cashed my friends out and asked if there was anything else he could do. Immediately I knew I wanted a piercing. Throughout our friendship, Brandi told me a septum piercing would look good on me. I decided to take her advice and told the man that’s what I wanted. I filled out some paperwork and then sat in the chair. I was filled with nerves and butterflies. I was constantly thinking, “What will my mom say,” and, “She’s going to kill me.” (In reality she did kick me out of her will for a few months, but then she got over it.) For once I wanted to do something for me. I just wanted to do something to express myself, and if anyone was going to judge me for it then I probably didn’t need them in my life. My friends were there rubbing my back and coaching me on my breathing. The man asked if I was ready with a big smile and I told him yes. He put the needle up to my nose, and I held my breath for what seemed like an hour. All of a sudden, it was over. I bled a little, but he said he’s seen much worse which made me laugh. I decided that it doesn’t matter what you look like-if you have tattoos for days or piercings that cover half your body. You can look “not normal” and still be the same person you were before. The hardest thing about piercings or thee body modification is getting people to realize that you are literally the same person you were before you got them. Piercings should not be a sign of immaturity, irresponsibility, or senselessness. If you have ever wanted to do something, but didn’t because you were worried about what other people would say, I want you to go and do it. I have never been happier with myself since I got my septum pierced. I encourage everyone to just do what they want and live for the moment. Don’t be afraid to try new things! You never know what’ll happen, but that’s part of the excitement!!