Friday, September 22, 2006

I'm tired. Of people. And they're judging.

Why the fuck does it matter if I have my lip pierced, my septum pierced, my fucking eyeball pierced. Who the fuck cares. Does that make me any less of a person. According to my host dad it does. And the fucking soccer moms at preschool.

This is me. I'm one of the most down to earth girls I know. I'm nice, I smile (sometimes, I'm kinda shy) I love laughing, I like babies, I love life. But no, you can't accept that. You look at this weird piece of metal hanging from my nose and automatically think otherwise.

It makes me tired. Honestly people, get over it. It's just ink and metal. Thats all. It doesn't change me.


  1. Dude, I feel you.

    Try showing up at a PTA function 10 years younger than all the other mothers with a nose ring, a couple tattoos and a 17 earrings. Those looks are fun looks.

  2. I used to have my eyebrow peirced, granted it was in my very early twenties, and I haven't worn it for ages (I took it out once to save my grandmother from having a heart attack upon seeing it and never really put it back) but I know how you feel about those looks from people. Sometimes I'd like to put it back in just to show these moms at soccer practice that I'm not all Miss Suzy Homemaker Goody-whatever they think, but then, who cares what they think. Also? The baby would rip it out and I'd be in a lot of pain. You have to be you, with no apologies.