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Yes, I m 31, and Yes, I Just Got My Belly Button Pierced For the First Time
I m a true child of the early 2000s. In the early aughts, you would have 100 percent found me sporting all the most bitchin trends, from a bedazzled flip phone to micro denim skirts to
thoseSteve Madden platform sandals. And of course, who could forget that most unholy pairing that defined the early 2000s: low-rise jeans and a crop top.
And like any good Britney- and Xtina-loving tween, I was
desperate for a belly-button ring. You know the kind: that big silver bar adorned with translucent balls on either end (I would have chosen blue). Predictably, I was laughed out of the room when I casually brought up the topic of a belly-button piercing to my parents. ( Keep dreamin , sweetie were the exact words.) So for the entirety of 2003, I forlornly walked past the windows of my local Limited Too, watching all the cool girls showing off their newly bejeweled navels, silently cursing