When I was 18 or 19 I got a piercing. It came about randomly. I had joined some friends on a jaunt to the local tattoo & piercing parlor one evening in college. They were getting their belly buttons done in celebration of turning another year older - I guess it was the thing to do at the time. I opted for something a little less conventional. It's not that I had always wanted to get pierced it was just something to do.
Jump to 10 or 11 years later and I still have it. It's a part of me I guess. I used to take it out when I wanted people to take me seriously but I've long given up on that. I did however take it out during this recent illness. Now it's been nearly a week and I haven't put the old girl back in. I'm trying to figure out if I should. My Heart says it's sexy. My dad says it's the most disgusting thing he's ever seen. Most people who know me don't even notice it anymore. Do I miss her? Have I outgrown her? When is enough... enough? When is it just who we are?