I got my belly button pierced when I was 18. I know, I know! gasp! shock! awe! Don't judge me. At the time, the boy I was dating broke my heart. I was a big mess. Just ask my dear friend Mallory she was there to comfort me the day it happened. Somehow in my mind the only way to mend my broken heart was by putting a hole in my body. Literally the moment after I stopped crying myself in to dehydration and pulled myself together the best I could, I got the bright idea to pierce my navel. So I went and did it. A little impulsive? Yes. I'm just glad it wasn't a tattoo.
Being completely honest I loved my piercing. Loved. I left it in until I got pregnant and it started looking weird. In case you didn't know... scar tissue doesn't do well when it's stretched beyond it's brink. So now I'm left with this gross saggy skin at the top of my belly button. Super attractive, I know. Don't worry I'm not going to post a picture. Good thing my husband loves me. Stretch marks are so gross. As if being pregnant, getting fat, adjusting to motherhood, and raising a child weren't hard enough. I look like I've been mauled by a tiger. No more bikini's for this mama.
This really wasn't going to turn in to a stretch mark tangent. I'm not really sure why I'm even telling you any of this. I guess so I can see the humor in motherhoodness (yeah I just made that up). I guess my gross belly button is pay back for my piercing sin. So if you're a girl, want to have kids someday and are considering getting your navel pierced(you're probably not) or if you know someone who is... come on over I'll show you my belly button and change your mind!