After something like wearing it for thirteen or fourteen years, I took my nosering out. I’m not exactly sure why, which is fitting because I’m not exactly sure why I got it pierced in the first place. I remember taking a shower one morning when I was twenty-three (or four) and deciding that day would be a good day to get my nose pierced.
I pondered the removal for like a week. I hemmed and hawed, because I thought the piercing had become so much a part of “my look.” My look = schlubby + cool hair colors + nosering. It was this weekend when I finally realized that I didn’t have a look, a look would require buying clothes more than once every other year, makeup, maybe, and all those other things that take entirely more thought than I’m willing to give them.
So I took it out. Nobody noticed.
This is a-okay with me because I’m hoping that means they don’t notice hole in my nose that looks like a pore so big I could keep my car keys in it.