Does it not weird you out that you can punch a hole in your ear? And then stick things through it! I shudder in revulsion!
And yet, I just got my ears repierced two-ish months ago.
Backstory: When I was eight, I got my ears pierced. Hooray! And I also took gymnastics. You see where this is going? Yeah, I thought so. We're warming up, galloping around, and I knock into a girl I swear is half my size (vertically, not horizontally, although she was also half my size that way, too), and...my ear rips. Yup, that's right. My dad rushes me to the hospital where my mom meets us (and refuses to read Josefina's name like "Hosafina") and...that's really all I remember. I honestly don't remember past the waiting room. Weird.
And so I still have the scar. And my repiercing is on my scar. It feels so weird.
Oh, the things we do to impress others (*ahem*MEN). And make ourselves look feminine when we get a super-short pixie cut on a roundish face.
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