When your ear holes close up, you have to take action.
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Not the kind you hear out of, but the man-made kind. The ones you put earrings in. I guess they're technically called "piercings," but I prefer the term "ear holes."
You see, I'm an adult with pierced ears, but over the years, my ear holes closed up. Recently I got a really cool new pair of tiny gold earrings, tried to stick them in my ears, and they just wouldn't go through. I was like, Oh crap, now I have an ear hole situation I have to deal with. Great. What do you do when you're a grown adult who needs her ears pierced, something usually reserved for children and babies? Everyone I asked responded "I don't know… GO TO CLAIRE'S???"
I did go to Claire's, the first time. My mom said I could get my ears pierced when I turned 12. I was excited... until my twelfth birthday, when the fear set in. Would it hurt? They shoot your ear with a GUN? No thank you. I developed a "Who needs earrings?" attitude. Who says the look of a cool, clean earlobe isn't chic on its own?
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I waited until I was 18 to face the ear gun. Terrified, I went to the mall and walked into Claire's. A place where you can buy alien keychains didn't feel like a space where something vaguely medical should be going down, but it's what everyone did.
The ear piercing lady marked on my ears to show me where the earrings would go. Did they look right? I wasn't sure. They seemed a little off, but I was no expert. I was too scared to say anything, so I just let it happen. I was already self-conscious about my earlobes. They're "attached." And for some reason I felt like "unattached" earlobes just seemed more elegant, more classic. Going through life without classic earlobes was an incredible burden.
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