For a while now I’ve been playing with the idea of getting my nose pierced. It’s something I’ve always admired on other people but being a massive wuss was never brave enough to get done myself.
I know I’m not 14, but unlike most I never went through that piercing phase as a teen. Any time I did want something done my parents put their foot down and I just knew sneaking off like most of my friends did would get me nowhere. I rebelled in different ways, mainly drinking, and now with hindsight I am very glad I wasn’t allowed to get my bellybutton pierced.
I not at all brave when it comes to my image. I don't take risks. I’ve had variations of the same hairstyle for about 10 years. What if I don’t like it?!
I’m very aware that hair grows, and you can always dye over any disasters, but for me, the risk was far too great and as a result I sometimes worry that I will end up like Princess Anne trapped in my own hair.
After much perving on pretty people with nose rings on blogs like Fuck Yeah Nose Rings I was convinced that this was the way to go until I saw a YouTube video of Evan Rachel Wood having hers done. Being a massive wuss it terrified me, though I now know from the video she is a bigger wuss then me. All that weird breathing and moaning? Get a grip woman.
There was another thing which was holding me back. What would other people think? Now I can’t believe I’ve just said that because usually I couldn’t give less of a shit about the opinions of others, but for some reason this time I really did. Will the guy I’ve been dating suddenly find me repulsive? Is the nose ring harem trousers for the face?
This wasn’t helped by the mixed reaction from my friends who seemed to be dead against it, 'but WHY? You’ve got such a lovely cute nose!' And those who agreed with me to a point, 'Yeah, do it, a little stud will be so nice' Me: 'No, I’m going to have a ring.' Them: 'A ring? Um, well… I guess you could pull that off… and if you don’t like it you can always take it out.' My good friend Alex who always knows exactly what to say (sarcasm) begged me not to telling me I would look like the ‘Colman’s Mustard bull’.
And it didn’t help that Mrs Vicky Beckham – whose style I in no way ever wish to emulate, recently slammed nose rings and put them firmly in her fashion no-no list along with ‘boat shoes, Bermuda shorts, Crocs, and American tan tights.’
Surely nose rings do not deserve to feature on the same list as Crocs?! Am I missing something here? Have I lost my mind? Everyone knows Crocs are an abomination but surely nose rings are fine?
Anyway, I grew a pair and went for it. Down to Cold Steel in Camden to help me finally achieve my teenage dreams. It didn’t hurt, it was over in a flash, I’m super happy with the result and the reaction has been 5-1 positive.
Now I feel great. Maybe I will dye my hair platinum blonde? Maybe I will cut off all my hair? Maybe I will lose the fringe? ...Actually, no, no forget that, I'm sorry fringe, that will never happen.