Long live the reckless and the brave

Adore.

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Secondly, I recently changed my hairstyle for the first time since I was about twelve. (That’s 18 years ago, folks…) I decided it was time for some physical changes. Hair was the first to change. However, because I absolutely suck at taking self portraits, you get nearly nothing in the way of photos. I really only cut bangs for myself, which I’m completely LOVING. I don’t think I’ll ever go back to not having them. At least, not in the near future. Anyway, I wound up dying those electric blue. THAT you get a bit of a picture of, because I absolutely love what it does to my eyes. Here, have an eyeball:

Wait, I’m really sorry for the size of my giant eyeball. I never resized these and I’m too lazy to go back and do it. Also, please ignore the fact that my eye is red and bloodshot and I have dark circles. Sleep must be nice, you know? NOW, have an eyeball and some edits:

Edit 1:

Edit 2: (Which I love)

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And finally, a couple weeks ago, I went to a tattoo and piercing place because I wanted to get my tongue pierced. Long story short, I wound up not doing it because the piercer guy didn’t think it would sit right in my mouth and it would heal funny, so I wound up having to do something else. *yawn* Another ear piercing, but it’s a rook, so at least it’s slightly different from everything else I’ve ever done. And also ignore the fact that my ear is slightly red. I’ve been wearing headphones for the last few hours. Now have a giant ear:

PS: The rook one is the one with the little silver balls. It didn’t hurt AT ALL, just in case anyone is ever thinking of getting one. At least, it didn’t hurt when my piercer did it. But he has a reputation on the site’s webpage for being amazingly good and pain-free. I’d totally get this done multiple times if he would do it.

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Physical change is good when you’re feeling kinda down and out. It was through a conversation with an amazingly close, wonderful, lovely friend that I discovered my addition to piercing just recently. I mean, I knew I had that addiction to body mods, without a doubt. However, I didn’t realize that each time I did it, it was because of some major event in my life. And it was usually a negative event. See, when I was younger, I tried cutting to make internal pain physical. It never worked. I never got numb. NEVER. At least, not from that. Had it worked, I would have been deep into it. However, I discovered piercing and that was a physical pain that lasted much longer AND I got something positive out of it in the end. (I’m a girl. I like jewelry. What can I say?) Apparently that’s carried over because it took me all these years and that one conversation with Amazing Friend to realize that I got pierced after my engagement broke off when I was 18, after my grandmother died, when Big Brother Frank passed away…and now this time when I was spiraling pretty far out of control again. Somehow, this brings me back to reality and grounds me more. I can dig it. I’d rather wear the hardware than scars.

And I’d rather have blue hair and stand out to be different than continue to be a polite member of ‘normal’ society. I’m FINALLY at an age where I’m just saying ‘screw it’ to everyone who’s ever told me ‘no, that’s not ‘normal’.’ And I’m LOVING the freedom. 😀

Anyway, to you all I say…be different. Be yourselves, but stand out. 🙂 Find something that makes you ‘abnormal’ and embrace it! Screw anyone who tells you that you aren’t amazing because of that. You ARE amazing BECAUSE of your differences! Love yourself and do whatever the hell you want! 😀