An Indelible Scar..

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Last 2007, a few weeks before I turned 30, I went to a tattoo artist to have my navel pierced. I've looong contemplated "going under the knife" (or the pierce gun) just for experience and I felt that I'll be "too old" if I had the procedure done when I'm 30 or 30+. For too many times before the 'operation,' I would find myself passing by the artist's shop, browsing the pictures of the many celebrities who have subjected their skins for his "art." I mused, if he wasn't good, why would those celebrities choose him? Finally, the day came, two weeks before my 30th birthday. Whooppee!The procedure was done in just a few minutes and the amiable, expert artist assured me that as long as I took care of the little wound, sanitized it regularly, I'll do just fine. The healing process, he said, may take awhile. But I didn't mind. I felt so 'feisty' with my new pierce and I've been waiting to flaunt it for the next summer. However, something happened. Around July of the same year, after going to the ladies' room of our office, I felt something slide down my pants.. It was the ring.. I realized I wasn't able to screw it real tight when I sanitized it that morning. To make the long story short, I lost the navel ring. Good thing, my little wound was almost fully healed by that time. I endeavored to visit the shop to buy a replacement. However, my schedule was kinda 'tight' the following days and before I knew it, a week has passed.. Guess what happened? The little, tiny pierce closed up! I was already 30 when these all happened and I didn't feel like going to the artist anymore. Today, I'm already 31 and my recent realizations in life have taught me to take care of my body rather differently. Everytime I clean my navel I am reminded of the 'juvenile' courage I had when I had the procedure and tell myself, "Never again."But it was fun.:)