After 7 years I finally let it go. Well actually the ring I had in broke and I don't have another one to replace it, and have honestly been thinking about letting it go off and on for the past little while. I guess the decision was made for me.
I remember getting it done, I had wanted my nose pierced for as long as I could remember, like we are talking teens here. Finally when I was in Scotland, and had just had my 25th birthday, I decided to head to the piercer convieniently located next to the hostel I was living at, and did it.
It took me a week to find the courage to call home and tell my Mom. Actually if I remember correctly I think I called my Brother and told him, and he told her. Needless to say she was not impressed that I would go and "disfigure" myself. She didn't think it was attractive for a woman to walk around with a thumb tack in her nose. LOL, ah she was funny...
About a month and half later I landed in the Halifax, Airport. I had not seen my family in a year at that point. There was my Mom, happy to see me, but just kept staring at my nose. Finally she said,"It's not so bad, hmm, it actually looks really nice on you." As a matter of fact she found herself wondering what she would look like with one..lol she never did get it done though.
Now I sit, slightly grieving my loss, as I stare at the empty hole, which really looks like nothing more than another freckle. I realize this symbolizes a new change of life for me yet again just as it did for me when I had it done.