Keep in mind, I went to a private, CHRISTIAN college with very strict rules.
Being a rebel didn't take much.
I was just coming out of a difficult breakup and trying to move on. I.e., CHANGE. In any and all ways possible.
I started hanging out with different people, changed the way I dressed, and dated any male that moved (let's just say I was desperate for attention.)
I would say it was a fun year, but definitely not my best.
My parents (read: protective Daddy) had taken us as little girls to get our ears pierced.
When we were in high school, my sister begged for 2nd holes, the resounding answer was a firm no.
But I never asked.
And my junior year, I came home at Christmas time with this.
(Pardon the fuzzy cell pic. Do you know how hard it is to take a pic of your own ear?!)
And to my extreme disappointment, no one even noticed.
Except for my mom. Who told me she loved the look.
But to be honest, I guess it didn't really matter.
Because I noticed.
As silly as it seems, the decision that I made that day to get my ears pierced a second time started something.
Something that I had never experienced before.
It started a little fire I like to call confidence.
Confidence to make a small decision as a grown woman.
Confidence to change my style.
Confidence to be the person I wanted to be without being afraid of what someone might think.
And confidence to move on.
The irony of it all is that for the last several years, I have hardly ever worn anything in those second holes.
Call it life.
Call it laziness.
But part of me wonders if it isn't confidence without reinforcements.
Nowadays, if you catch me wearing anything in those second holes, it's more a fashion statement than a personality statement.
And I am so glad to be on this end of the 2nd hole.
(That's what she said! - Thank you Michael Scott for forever ruining the word "hole" for me....)