Now onto the part where I actually tell how I became a woman.
After 16 and a half years of convincing my parents (read: my mother), I finally got my ears pierced on Saturday. This is quite the achievement for me because my mom (who said I could get them pierced when I turned 16) had been putting it off since my birthday with various excuses ranging from "You're going to be gone for two weeks; I don't want you to have to deal with them while traveling" to "But you're starting lacrosse soon!" (I really wasn't... the season was a good 2 months away). When she finally said that I could last week I was excited, but as Saturday came and I reminded her that she said I could get them pierced, she tried the new excuse, "You're going to Orlando in two weeks. It's not a good idea." but grudgingly took me to Claire's anyways.
My mom's never-ending excuses for me not to get my ears pierced are somewhat justified since her ears got infected when she got them pierced as a kid, and infections with piercings can be a hereditary thing. But, my older sister got her ears pierced when she was my age and didn't run into any problems with her's. So in my mind, I was not worried at all about them, but my mom was a nervous wreck in disguise as a cold, asian woman.
When the lady piercing my ears drew the dots where my earrings would be, my mom spent a good 20 minutes examining them in silence to make sure they were even. My mom stood in front of me with her knees bent slightly, slowly leaning from side to side. She had an intense look of concentration as she eyed my ears back and forth. She even made the lady wipe off some of the dot on my right ear because my mom thought it was a little larger than the dot on my left ear. After what seemed like an hour but really wasn't, my mom was content with the drawn on dots. I was finally going to get my ears pierced! I was finally experiencing the rite of passage that I missed out on in elementary school. I was finally graduating to womanhood (but not really). But as the lady pierced my first ear, that excitement drained from me. I realized that it had hurt a lot more than I had expected it to. Everyone who I have talked to about the pain have told me that it felt like a little pinch on your ear. Well... It was definitely more than a little pinch for me. After the piercings were done, I basically almost passed out. I felt light headed and nauseous. Unfortunately, the blue lollipop they gave me was not helping. The lady who pierced my ears had to go next door to Caribou to get me some water. And the worst part about the whole ordeal was that the seven year old girl who was getting her ears pierced after me was probably thinking, "Wow this girl is such a wimp," as she watched me sit in the chair with my lollipop sticking out of my mouth waiting for my water.
Now that I look back on the experience a day later, I give myself a mental forehead slap. I realize that I felt sick because I hadn't eaten anything before going to Claire's. Way to go, Teresa.
Sidenote:
While I was waiting for my mom to approve the drawn on dots, there was some Ellie Goulding playing at Claire's. Pump up music! (Strange music video, good song)
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