Ok so this littel story starts at the age of about 13, I was drawing in a sketchbook and my fave thing to draw was, is and always has been, faces. So I drew a face and thought I'd draw a few piercings on one of which I had never seen done before but suddenly decided I absolutely definately wanted...I told my mum...i told my dad....I told anyone who was listening for the next 3 years but no one believed me. Why? because I was a massive wimp and had refused since the age of 5 to get my ears pierced despite my mum trying to persuade me on several occasions and despite being given pairs of earrings at christmas from her side of the family. I didn't buckle.

So the day came, my 16th birthday, I had briefed everyone pretty thouroughly that I was definately going to get this done, still my family just laughed and thought "nahhh". So I walked into the tattoo shop and asked for it "can I have my bridge pierced please?" the piercer looked at me like I'd just come inot her house on christmas and pissed on her kids. She asked me if I was sure and noticed I had no other piercings. I said yes and then she mentioned she had neve done one before (despite this being a really popular shop in chester) I wasn't phased by this and trusted her, i knew she had a good rep. So she told me to go to the shop and get a mars bar and a can of coke to make sure i wouldn't faint and off i went.

Upon my return she marked out the piercing and it was done in less than a couple of minutes and I was MEGA chuffed with it, it looked beautiful! and she was really good at keeping me calm etc. I thanked her and left only to return home to and absolutely histerical mother who freaked out and wouldn't let me back in the house. So I just went to my best mates for a couple of hours til she asked me to come back trying to bargain with me to take it out...i didn't and it remained there for the next 6 years.

Obviously after this happening i told my parents i would be getting more and they couldn't do anything about it, i think it's very important to lay down the rules to any parents with twisted views such as that your body is theirs and not your own. So over the coming years i got many, more than many piercings, all facial ones mind I'm thinking now and I think the grand total was 14.

The last one I got which will probably be the last one i will ever want was my septum. I got it done a couple of years ago by my best friend who just happens to be a piercer and tattooist. It hurt. It hurt so bad that I will never get it done again if I have to take it out, it hurt so much that I would rather get my armpit tattooed.

I have taken all my piercings out now except for my septum and a lovely pair of 28mm streched ear lobes, I did eventually get bored of most of my piercings but thats probably only because I'm iun the process now of getting extensiovely tattooed. It's all fun and i love it!