An Ode to My Nose Ring

1/3 of my life. ONE THIRD OF MY LIFE! I have had you around for a long time. We got off to a rough start, you and I. My body worked overdrive and covered you (and the stud in you) in skin, on our first night together. I remember the horror upon discovering this the next morning. I also remember being provided numbing medication while they dug that stud out. One would think I would have given up on you then and there. But you and I had come that far, why not stick it out? Over the years, I have decorated you in different ways. There was the lightning bolt, the simple silver stud, the big purple stud, the diamond stud and, as Isla would call it, the "bracelet in you nose". 

I've walked with you for so long, I forget that people see you as something crazy to have. You have been my accessory in business suits and in the delivery room of both my children. You adorned my nose when I graduated college and when we bought our first house. You are like a dear friend and are there for me when I nervously play with you. We've walked a lot of road together, you and I. 

I've wondered before at what point I will get "too old" for a nose ring. And, to be honest, I never thought something like a nose ring would define me, but it kind of does. It tells a story of who I was and who I have become. And I'm not ready to give it up. Maybe I will at some point. But not today. And maybe, just maybe, I will be that grandma rocking the nose ring and people will be able to tell I grew up in the 2000's when that type of thing was "cool". 

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