I got my ears pierced when I was 7. Had them later re-pierced around age 12 because the holes closed up. So now I have two holes in one earlobe, one of which doesn’t go all the way through.
When I was a freshman in college (18 or 19) I got my left eyebrow pierced. I basically did it because I thought it would look hot, and I think I was right. I had been a complete conformist all through high school and I guess I wanted to just do something for me. I dyed my hair purple too. Being a college student in Ann Arbor, I didn’t stand out all that much.
The thing I remember the most clearly is how accepting my very conservative grandmother was. I said, ‘‘Gramma, will you be embarrassed hanging out with me looking like this?’’ and she said, ‘‘I’ll never feel embarrassed hanging out with you. I love you.’’
I got it done in a shady-ass tattoo parlor in Ann Arbor, by some lady who had heroine tracks running down both arms. They used sterile equipment though. It was not the least bit painful, until I went out into the cold, then there was some stinging for the first week or so, but nothing near as bad as I had imagined.
Eventually I had to get a real job, so the piercing had to come out. My greatest regret, honestly? Letting the hole close up. It looked good on me, and weirdly enough, it didn’t look that unusual or ‘‘punk,’’ it just seemed to fit my personality. I might get it re-pierced someday.