We all have a story — or maybe several — about how our style has evolved over the years.
Mine just happens to be told in piercings.
My first was at 12.
My second in high school.
My third while backpacking in Europe during University, impulsive, independent, unforgettable.
Even then, I don’t think I fully understood what I was doing. I just knew it mattered.
Piercings weren’t decoration.
They were definition.
The Early Years: Claiming Space
At 12, it was about growing up.
In high school, it was about individuality, with a side of rebellion.
In Greece, it was about independence — about being somewhere unfamiliar and deciding something permanent on my own terms.
Looking back, each piercing marked a shift. A quiet evolution.
They weren’t random. They were milestones.
They were about differentiating. Claiming space. Quietly saying, “This is who I am.”
Motherhood, Then Boldness
When my firstborn was one year old — almost three decades ago now — I got my bellybutton pierced.
That one still makes me smile.
There was something powerful about doing that as a new mother. It felt like a reminder that I was still myself. Still evolving. Still expressive.
And yes, there is currently a Pavé-All-Day hoop in it.
Because sparkle shouldn’t be reserved for special occasions.
The Nose Stud: A Defining Moment
My nose piercing was probably the most defining of all.
I was over 50.
It wasn’t rebellious. It wasn’t loud.
It was clear.
A quiet, confident, “You don’t know me.”
It felt like a declaration of who I wasn’t anymore — and who I might be becoming.
It now happily hosts a micro Starlet Flat Back stud, and it will never come out.
Partly because that’s what flat backs are made for — staying on.
And partly because I never need to have anyone stick their fingers into my nostril ever again.
Some decisions are both meaningful and practical.
The Helix: Patience and Commitment
The helix came next.
Cartilage piercings are not impulsive. They require patience. Healing. Intention.
And maybe that’s why I love it.
It now shines with the Mega Rockstar — bold but refined. A reminder that strength doesn’t have to shout.
The Snake Bite Era: Curation Over Impulse
My newest piercings — the double “snake bite” in that little triangle formation — felt different.
This time, I thought about balance.
About proportion.
About healing time.
About long-term curation.
Not just what looked good today — but what would still feel right years from now.
That shift feels significant.
I’m no longer collecting piercings.
I’m curating them.
Permanent, But Fluid
What excites me most now isn’t the piercing itself — it’s the styling.
It feels like a pure form of reinvention.
Permanent, but fluid.
I can swap pieces.
Change my look.
Keep it minimal.
Let it sparkle.
Leave it exactly as it is for years — or change it tomorrow.
That freedom is powerful.
What this really means to me
Piercings aren’t about trends for me.
They are markers of growth.
Of independence.
Of confidence at every age.
They remind me that style isn’t static. Identity isn’t fixed. Reinvention doesn’t expire.
And I love seeing where they take me next.
More than anything, I love that they simply let me be me.
xoAmy
