Andrea N.

I’ve always loved the look of body jewelry; even at the age of seven when I first got my ears pierced. Being able to customize my appearance even in a small way such as this always made me feel good. My parents were not very open to these cosmetic changes, especially not my grandparents or aunts and uncles. Nonetheless, I slowly made my own personal appearance changes by the age of 13. I started wearing what I wanted, dying my hair darker or bleaching it lighter, making my makeup darker, and last but not least, stretching my ears and piercing more of my body.
I remember stretching my ears at 14 for the first time and feeling immense pain, but an unforgettable thrill. It wasn’t until a couple months ago, at my age of 20, that my naive mom noticed them. I suppose 00 is a bit more obvious then 12.
At 15, I convinced her to allow me to pierce my nose. Then at 16 I went on my own to pierce the other side too. At 17 I pierced my belly button. At 18 I got 2 portrait tattoos; one of a lion and the other of a wolf. And about 5 months ago I got my 3rd of cherry blossoms. Needless to say, I still face negative comments from my own family about these choices every time I go to a family get together. But I’m at the point where I no longer care. I think body alterations are a wonderful thing if it means it’ll bring personal happiness. I will continue to stretch my ears, ink my body, and pierce whatever I please for as long as I please.