The Ugly Side Of Modification

As an ode to my indigenous spirit I got my nose pierced six months ago. It was a plain little gold stud that was small enough to prevent any backlash from my employers but big enough to appease my own desires of being a warrior princess. Yes, I was finally as cool as those gorgeous East Indian women in the black/white portraits on my bedroom wall or Fulani girls from west Africa on my inspiration board. That miniscule piece of body jewelry added ten times more pep in my step. In the end however it caused me a thousand times more grief. READ MORE AT BEAUTYANDTHESTREET.NET.