When I was 17 years old, I walked into a tattoo parlor and got my tongue pierced. I thought it was the coolest shit ever. It was the most rebellious thing I had ever done in my life! It felt like I was giving everyone the finger and screaming out to the world, “Fuck you society and your RULES. YOU WILL NOT CONTROL ME!”

That same year I went to on a road trip with my friends during my senior spring break and I got into a very bad car accident. I was fine; my car on the other hand was not. I ended up getting some good money because of that accident. I had to go to the chiropractor for my bad back though and since I was 17 and young, my mom went with me to the first appointment.

Mind you, she didn’t know about the piercing. I hid it well! I mean, yeah I was all for, “FUCK YOU SOCIETY!” but not my mama, she wasn’t included in that hate group. Haha. I walked into my session and the chiropractor asked me to stick out my tongue with my mom sitting right there across from me. I panicked for a good second thinking, “Ah hell, so TODAY is the day I die!” I opened my mouth a little and he repeated himself, “Young lady will you please stick out your tongue!”

Dang it!

So I stuck out my tongue expecting all hell to break loose. But to my surprise my mom didn’t even budge in her chair. Wow, I was very surprised. It’s about DAMN time my parents realized that I was in control of MY BODY and MY LIFE and I could do what I wanted with it. I was a mature 17 year old and I did not expect any less. We drove home and she gave me some advice on some of the exercises the chiropractor told me to do at home.

So when I got home I went straight to my room and sprawled myself on my bed happy that I no longer had to hide this secret from my parents. What a relief off my shoulders, yay! If my mom was okay with it, my dad would be too. No biggie. About 5 minutes later my mom walked into my room with some monster pliers she put an inch away from my face and said, “Either you take it off, or I will.”

Gosh! Some people can be so dramatic!!! I took it off immediately. That lady don’t play!

I was such chicken shit. I could never go against my parents wishes.

Until I turned 18. . . theeeeen, I went to the tattoo parlor with the intention of re-piercing my tongue. I was 18, and no one was going to CONTROL me, it was MY BODY damn it (fuck you society, yada yada). I went with a then-friend of mine and while she got a tattoo done I met this girl who had been flown in from New York City to do some guy’s tattoo and she was only there for like a day or something. Apparently she was some big hot shot name in the tattoo industry. All the tat artists were all over her Ooooing and Ahhhing. She then asked if I wanted a tattoo. Hmmm. . .Hmmmm. . .my little peer pressured brain thought, “How cool, this chick (her name totally escapes me, infact I couldn’t remember if my life depended on it) who flew in from New York to do ONE guy’s tattoo offered to do a tattoo on me. WOW, what a great story to tell people. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!! I MUST TAKE IT! This is going to make me so HAWT!” Yeah, ha! Right! <starts to sing>Don’t you want me bayyyyybeee!! Don’t you want me, oh ohhhhhhhh! </stops singing>

I have a butterfly tattoo on my body now that is forever going to be there. It’s on my chest above my left boob. I so wish I didn’t have it sometimes because of the cool freakin’ necklines on some blouses now. But I buy them anyways and just don’t wear them when I shouldn’t. Personally, I don’t regret it that much, but would I do it again. . .uh probably not.

So my parents find out about this tattoo and it was the worst day ever. They called me every name in the book. My dad was so disappointed. It was bad people. My parents had never spoken to me that way in my life and it was shocking. It’s because they come from a generation where tattoos are for people who were in jail, or trashy girls, etc. They were pissed!

So I decided to take their mind off of that and re-pierce my tongue. I actually did it 3 times total in my life. LOL

By the time my sister decided to pierce her tongue, she just got a 10 minute lecture.

This weekend my brother comes up to me to show me he pierced his chin. Yep. . that’s right! Checo has crossed over to the bad side. As he was telling me about his experience of almost fainting in the chair because he hates needles, my dad walked up and I pointed to my brother, “Mira APA!! MIRA!!!” My dad just shook his head in disagreement and walked to the fridge.

“What?!! He doesn’t get a head bashing or a knock upside the head?!”

My dad just simply answered with, “Eh, I’m too old for that shit.”

My mom came home and she saw it and literally chased him round the living room with the pliers. Haha, that was funny.

So in total, i have two tattoos, i’ve had my tongue pierced 3 times, i have two holes in each ear, and i’ve had my nos pierced.  I’m such a bad influence. . .

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