A few weeks ago, I did something I have been wanting to do for years.
When I was in my 20's, my boyfriend at the time, convinced my not to do it. When I was in my 30's I had more or less discarded it, though I continued to envy and admire women who did it. And now, in my (early 40's) I have finally done it too.
Having chatted with a friend about it, who was keen to come along, we went off on a Saturday a few weeks back, and went to
The Piercing Urge where I met Sam (pictured) who pierced my nose. Yes, I got my nose pierced.
And I am pleased with the result. And I like how it looks. It is not huge or ugly. In fact is is small and (I think) rather discreet. People who have said anything have said they liked it (apart from my Mother and an Aunt, who I knew would not really like it and they said as much)... and the rest have declined to comment either because they don't like it, or, as a few people have said, they weren't totally sure whether I had always had it.
So. Why did I do it?
Because I wanted to.
And because I can.
And because I figured, at 42, it's about time I do stuff I want to do, instead of worrying about what others might think of me.
And whilst it might be a little unexpected and they might not approve, my Mum still loves me, and my Aunt still loves me, and whilst they may not like nose jewelry, they do understand that what I do with my body is my decision. And they will soon get accustomed to it in any case.
Besides, if this is my mid-life crisis (and this is the 'worst' thing I do), then hopefully that means I may live to be 85.
