My nose is pierced again! My nose is pierced again! And it looks AWESOME!
For those of you who did not know me in my 20s, I had a nose piercing. I initially got it as an ‘eff you’ to a boyfriend who dumped me when I was 21yo. The whole year that we dated, he told me how hot it would be if I had my nose pierced. Within 48hrs of dumping me, my nose was pierced and I instantly loved it. I have a little nose, and most people didn’t even notice that it was pierced. I kept it until I was 27, when I had to take it out due to stupid company policies against piercings (Damn the Man! Save the Empire! Anyone?!).
I told my husband a few months ago that I missed my nose piercing, and he encouraged me to have it re-pierced. So, b00m, here I am, 2 days before my 32nd birthday, feeling like a rockstar 🙂
Here is a picture of me when I was 25 (notice the piercing!) and a picture of me taken a few minutes after it was re-pierced.
In a world where we are constantly told that we’re not good enough, not hot enough, not attractive enough, and not skinny enough, I’m making a commitment to myself that, in my 32nd year, I will do things to uplift myself – whether “society” approves or not.
On the same theme, a friend posted this awesome little article entitled, “Silly things people have said to me when I tell them that I’m not having kids”. It’s no secret that my husband and I are considering adoption or not having kids at all, and I get very mixed reactions when I mention our decision in conversation. In the military world where it’s perfectly acceptable to ask newlywed wives when they’re planning to have their first child, my husband and I are very abnormal, which is one of the reasons that I want to talk about it — we are happy and comfortable with our decision, but not everyone is, and I think that people need to have their assumptions challenged from time to time. Is it possible to have a happy life and marriage without children? Yes, we think so. Will we do it? Well, we’ll do it until we have a surprise pregnancy or until we meet wonderful children whom we are excited to adopt. And, if neither of those things happen, I’ll give you a definite answer in about 55 years 🙂
Bottom Line: a few years ago, a cousin who had recently turned 41 imparted some profoundly amazing wisdom on me. She said that in her 20s, she was always very concerned about what people thought about her. In her 30s, she became less concerned about what people thought about her and she started to love herself, as she was. After turning 40, she no longer cared what other people thought about her, and she truly loved herself, accepted herself, and decided that anyone who didn’t like her didn’t need to be a part of her life.