Laid bare- The story begins

Ok so here's the deal, I am addicted to piercings. Literally addicted!

Ever since I got my ears pierced when I was 13 I haven't been able to stop- or rather I've never stopped wanting more! By the time I was 16 I had 14 piercings all over by body and my mum was close to throwing me out because she HATES piercings and body art. So the battle began and it got to the point where I was sat in the studio every week gettting morean more piercings and not showing my mum and dad.

Now there are two main problems with having to do this;
1) I'm not a particulary good liar- especially with my mum
2) Hiding a new piercing takes A LOT of effort because you always have to remember that you've got it.

But anyway, it kind of got to the point where I'd done everything and wasnt that botheredabout the pain (not that there is much if it) and I wanted to move onto bigger and better things i.e. Tattoo's. But I wasn't 18 yet and so couldnt go to get one so I had to wait.

So I did.

Then I finally turned 18 and I was so excited because I'd had to wait so long, so the day after my birthday I went up to a studio with a fantastic reputation, walked through the door and thats when the problems began. the choice was so vast and I liked so many of them that I had to leave the studio bare skinned that day (you know what I mean) and ever since I've not been able to decide which one I want, so I supose that this blog will be part of my journey to find the perfect tattoo!