My little sister, who would have been about 7 or 8, desperately wanted her ears pierced and had been begging my mother to let her. My mom finally caved and we went to this little jewelry shop at the mall. My sister, upon arriving, got very quiet and could only stare at the others getting their ears pierced before her. When it was her turn, Grace refused to get in the chair. My mother and I were incredibly frustrated. We both knew that if Grace did not get her ears pierced that day she would be forever asking once we got home.
So I decided to do the loving, noble thing, and I told my sister that I would get my ears pierced first so that she could see that it didn't hurt. I got up in the chair, the woman stuck the gun next to my ear lobe, and 1-2-snap, my ears were pierced.
But when I was done, my sister still refused to get her ears done. I was furious because I personally did not want my ears pierced. It was at that stage in my life when I hated fashion and shopping and anything all together girly. I felt as though I had sacrificed something precious by getting my ears pierced, and that Grace was betraying me by not doing her part.
About a year or so later, my ears got very badly infected. I had not taken good care of them, had not cleaned them properly or turned them or anything like that. It got so bad that I was forced to take them out and everyday my dad would take a cotton ball and squeeze all the blood and pus out of my ear lobes and swab the with medicine until they eventually healed. To this day, if anyone reaches for my ears I jerk away.
However, once you lose something you realize how badly you want it. Once I was forced to get rid of my earrings I realized how much I wanted them. Ever since then I have wanted to get my ears re-pierced, but never have.
Today, 11 years after I first had them done, I went to Claire's and got my ears pierced.
I am very happy with them. {My right side is my "good side." I'm also listening to the tunes of Fall Out Boy and wearing my New Zealand t-shirt that's like 5 sizes too big on me but oh-so-comfy.}
In other news, Ruth Graham died today. Right as I was leaving the mall, 5 PM. She will be missed.
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