No More Ring For Me

My belly button ring came out today. No pliers needed. I was just playing with it, twisting the ball and it popped out. I took that as a sign it was time to change the stud, after all I've had it for almost ten weeks and it has healed.

Anyway, so I put in one of the barbells that Robin and Becky gave me for Christmas. I must say it looks awesome. It has a little pink rose on either end and it's not so bid that it causes me any trouble or gets stuck on anything. I'm so glad I was finally able to change it.

So, my next order of business is to go shopping and by a few more barbells. I have two already, but I think I'll probably want a couple of others. Something funky I can wear in the summer when I can actually show off my belly. But nothing too long and dangly, I have this horrible fear of getting it stuck on stuff and ripped out. That does not sound like fun.

I am glad to get rid of the ring. I have to admit that It made me really nervous. I just couldn't forget the story my dad told me about the girl he knew who got it caught in a car accident and had it ripped out. I know the barbell could still get ripped out, but it seems a little less likely. Thankfully.