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I have never been a piercing kind of gal. While I have ear piercings, those were done when I was a little nugget and wanted to make myself look pretty, since I was convinced that I resembled the infamous Rufus – the naked mole rat from Kim Possible. After the ears, I didn’t have much interest in poking more holes into my body – even when it was a fad in middle school for girls to give themselves piercings with an apple and a ‘sterilized’ needle. 

Rather than a piercing chick, I fancied myself a badass tattoo bitch. Ink is a thing in my immediate family – both of my parents have wicked sleeves and other tats all over them, so body art is fully embraced. I got my first, and only (so far), tattoo when I was 15 and I already had made a roadmap for all of the tattoos I wanted everywhere on my body by the time I was, 11 (although it has changed many times since then).

But then I found out about piercings other than facial ones or the typical ear piercings, and when I found out about nipple piercings when I was 16, I was hooked on the idea.

Although I always knew nipple piercings were a thing, in my innocent little head I thought only wild crazy people got them. That was until my high school’s male rugby team got back from England with a pretty strange story to tell.

A couple of guys lost a bet, resulting in them each getting a nipple piercing and at the time, I had a big fat crush on one of them. Naturally, I told him to whip his shirt off so I could get a good look, and it was at that moment that I knew I did not want hoops on my boobies – ever. 

My mother’s story of my uncle’s nipple mishap only solidified the fact that I would never get a hoop on my nipple. Apparently, he had gotten one and it got caught on his shirt and it ripped all the way out. 

So, a little rattled, I turned to other ways to alter my appearance. I coloured my hair, changed wardrobes, and actually wore makeup. But then my friend got nipple piercings; she took me into a public washroom to show me and I was in love all over again. 

Not with her boobs of course – though she did have a pretty nice pair of knockers.

After seeing hers, I needed them. And there are a lot of reasons why. For one, they look awesome.

I have always had small boobs, and it never really bothered me that I was a part of the itty-bitty-titty-committee. I was a proud member. But I always had a problem with nipples, and this is relatable to every girl I have ever met, ever. 

No one likes the look of soft nipples. 

Mind you, now that I have actually talked to the opposite sex, I realize that guys will never complain about boobs. Ever, under any circumstances, because, well, boobs are fun. 

 

Anyways, I thought that piercings would make my nipples permanently hard, tiny and the prettiest they could possibly be. That’s a big expectation, but as life would have it, a couple years later when I did get them – it turned out to be mostly true in my case. 

They also totally boosted my confidence. I went from being nervous to ever take my shirt off in front of someone, even my doctor, to ‘give me an audience and I’ll give them a show’! Not literally, but I felt way better in my own skin. 

A year and a half ago, my friends and I all marched down to the shop to get them done together. At the shop we went to (and I think it’s true for most places) you have to pay before you get them done and it’s non-refundable. Basically, you can’t chicken out unless you want to waste almost a hundred bucks. 

We waited together, and that’s when the nerves struck. I hadn’t eaten anything yet that day and I started to really panic. But then they called my name first – and then told me that no one could come in with me. 

So, I had to strip in front of the piercer alone. No buddy system, just me. 

Thankfully, she was really cool. While I sat on the stool, boobies out, she started chatting with me like we were having tea and biscuits. She took my life – I mean boobs – in her hands, brought the needle up and – BAM. The bar was through and it was over. 

I hardly felt a thing. 

The only problem was that since I hadn’t had anything to eat that day, I nearly passed out due to the shock my body was going through. I drank some water, passed out in the chair while waiting for the other girls, and then we were hitting the road. 

But there was pretty much no pain. My healing process was a breeze, the other girls thought that there were some discomforts, but that has more to do with everyone’s bodies being different. 

So, I 10/10 would recommend nipple piercings to a friend. 

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Hanna Jackson

Wilfrid Laurier

Emily is a twenty-something fourth-year student majoring in English and History. She has a passion for writing, internet-famous cats, and sappy books.