But I am keeping it for three reasons:
1- I am stubborn.
2- It’s pretty!
3- It is symbolic.
I don’t need to go through the whole saga of the many times it started to close up or get infected or when I re-pierced it with a sewing needle - anyone who follows me on Twitter gets more than their fair share of that unwanted information. (Twitter recap: I once I tried a push pin in a desperate attempt to slow the closing of the hole after I washed my face and the stud came out and I didn’t notice for hours.)
Since I work at a high school, I have to keep my nose stud as covert as possible – meaning I have a clear stud that looks like a large pore or a nasty pimple depends on how the healing is going. (Currently in a nasty pimple stage. Score.)
I won’t lie – this is far more trouble than it is worth. It has been pretty painful, frustrating, and awkward to hide. I woke up with a hunk of dried blood and pus on my nose this morning. (I know, totally nasty and oversharing – but if you want to get your nose pierced, YOU SHOULD KNOW WHAT YOU MIGHT HAVE TO DEAL WITH.)
The sea salt soaks, the tea tree oil, the H2Ocean, the chamomile tea bags – I’ve tried it all.
But I’m not getting rid of it until God himself rips it out of my nose and closes it with his magic wand…or just his powerful hand…or whatever God uses to close piercing holes.
As silly as it might seem, the tiny hole is symbol that someday I will work a job that lets me wear jeans and have a sparkly little nose stud. It’s as simple as that. A tiny bit of self-expression, a smidgen of rebellion, and a sprinkle of hope that I’ll be a barista at an independent coffee shop, a mom, a graphic designer, or work from home – and have a bit of freedom and independence that I so crave.