Yes, I’m a teenager and still wear dangly sparkly belly button rings. I’ve considered giving them up and letting it close like a true grown-up, but it was too painful to justify saying goodbye to it just yet. Plus, the memory of that day itself is pretty awesome. It’s the first rebellious thing I ever did at the end of high school, while studying abroad at Oxford University.
Seriously. How many people can say they got their belly button pierced with their best friend in Notting Hill by a crotchety old Englishman after interrupting his porridge supper, followed by a week of natural salt water treatments in Menorca, Spain? That’s right – no one!
(Taken with Instagram)
Wildflowers & Whimsy 