itâs worth it. but donât let anyone tell you it doesnât hurt; theyâre lying. it sucks. i got my nipples pierced on a whim, winter break of my freshman year of college. just a random place with the studioâs name in papyrus font outside in the rain. the glow of another papyrus sign inside illuminated the desk i stood in front of, nervously shifting my weight. it smelt like weed to the point where i asked the piercer if he was high (he was not) after i asked him how many times he had done this (more times than he could count). my decision to get them pierced on that particular day was as competitive as it was impulsive. a frenemy who lived on the same dorm floor as me mentioned on her priv that she had a piercing date set. we had spoken about respectively piercing our nipples that year. i was not going to be the second person i knew to get my nipples pierced. the place i was going to go to first was in a mall, a fact i didnât realize until i got in the car to go. picked papyrus studio at random. i was alone because thatâs the best company in my hometown.
i have a video of me getting my nipples pierced. i wish i could say i through to do it for security reasons, with this random man and a giant needle and my alone and my tits out. i just knew i wouldnât be able to look at it while it was happening, and wanted a highlight reel for myself.
if youâre piercing both, you will want to stop after the first one. the only thing that hurts more than getting your areola pinched within an inch of your life and the big cold needle that weaves in and out is putting in the jewelry. i almost passed out. i had a really bad bob and my eyebrows were way too dark, making my face seem bird-like in a way i found deeply unflattering. the rest of the day sucked. i spent it lying in bed, on my back, trying not to think about the pain. after even one night, it hardly hurt anymore. for the first time in years, i bought a bra to armor my new wounds. i cut pantyliners in half and stuck them on to catch whatever oozed or leaked out of it for the first few weeks. the first time you clean might be the weirdest physical sensation you ever feel.
i hardly ever wear a bra now, and the only thing i love more than a white shirt is a lace one that actually lets the silver see sunlight (or moonlight). there is no better accessory at my disposal. and now fucking kim kardashian is stealing valor with that pierced bra. is nothing sacred??????? donât pay however many hours of your paycheck for something that only makes you interesting when itâs clasped around you. iâm orthodox in this way. forsake the temptation of all the glory and none of the blood. get your nipples pierced.
