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In primary school, I desperately wanted my ears pierced. I anxiously waited until my ninth birthday (the age my mum decided was appropriate) to book an appointment at my local chemist, where a teenager shot two green gemstones through my lobes with a piercing gun. I cringe when I think about it, especially knowing what I know now about the dangers of piercing guns.
When I was in high school, I was never popular enough to hang out with the kids who had ‘extra’ piercings. Even though it was against school policy, many of my classmates had sneaky helix or second-lobe earrings and I desperately wanted one of my own.
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julia kittelty 