In my teens, I was the quiet, sensible, bookish girl that always had plaited hair and stayed in most nights enjoying the comfort and company of her mother. In my 20s, little has changed. I'm shy, quiet and very bookish and the word 'rebel' means nothing to me. Until now- sort of!
My family, friends and lover all joke that my tattoo was me rebelling and making up for my teenage years but the in-joke is that my mother put me up to it! But today I did something for myself and finally got my nose pierced! Did it hurt? A little. It was the idea of the gun being in me more than actually getting it done. I now have my pretty sparklie sparklie and the good news is that MYB loves it!