The Nose Knows

I've had my nose pierced since I was sixteen.  I thought I was being all bad-ass and rebellious when I went with my best friend to get it pierced without telling my mom.  My mom took one look at it when I walked in the door and said something along the lines of, "Oh, how pretty!  Can you set the table for me?  Dinner's almost ready."

Whompity shwomp.

I quite like my nose and I've always liked the piercing.  It's so unobtrusive that people will often notice it after we've known each other for months or years and remark on it as if it's new and then are shocked when I insist I've had it pierced for eight years now.  Kids also get a kick out of it.  Between that, and this very prominent mole I have on my chest that you can see in most shirts, there is always something for the babies to grab.

ANYWAY.

I've always worn a stud in my nose, except for one hilarious night in college when the seniors in my house took the first-years bowling and we all dressed up like exaggerated versions of teenage cliches and I dressed up as - what else? - a pregnant teenager, complete with black nail polish, fishnet stockings, and a gold hoop earring stuck through my nose.  If you're unlucky enough to be my facebook friend, you can go have a ball digging up those photos.  I've never worn a ring because my nose is pretty small and hoops always look huge and trashy.  Enter: a tiny nose ring.

Small enough that the babies can't fit their fingers through it.  And hey, who doesn't need a change in their look sometimes, right?