By Charlotte from Australia.
I was 14 at the time and my mum was REALLY strict and I had to think up a way to convince her so on the holidays she was in a good mood and I drew up a contract depicting what I was going to do for the next twelve months (extreme I know but for my mother it is protocall).
So here’s what we agreed on: Cleaning the kitchen every night for a year, Giving up being a vegetarian (not really she just doesn’t know) and getting along with my sister (that was the hardest one) but I grueled through and she finally took me there.
I looked it up on line and I decided to go to a place in north queensland (Australia) because it was clean and they used clamps. The peircer sat me down on the table and told me exactly what would happen. I wasn’t nervous at all (I pride myself on my not-nervousness even with nedles)
The peircing hurt little more than a vacination needle (if anything the clamp hurt more). That term I showed it off at school and I got lots of comments about how it was sexy and not trasshh it took about two months to heal. And the really exciting thing was that on the holidays I went to japan with my school for a school trip and it had a beach I struted the beach with my peircing as well as the attention of having blonde hair I also had the attention of having a peircing and even better yet my ex was there and he was evily jealous (mwahahahahaaaa) evil laugh I would encourage you to get a naval peircing but please don’t be all trashy about it.
Good luck BABY!!!