My Nipple Piercings' Changed My Life 🔮 (SACRED REBELLION)

Betcha didn’t expect a whole story long enough for a blog post about my nips! Bet what you expected even less was that this story about my nips was the precise moment that lead me to where I am today! What can I say? 🏻‍♀️ I’m full of surprises! 🏻💃🏽

In 2018, I distinctly remember conversation that I had with two of my closest friends on the subject of nipple piercings over Mexican food on Easter Sunday of all days! Again, what can I say?!? 😂

At the time I had been getting to know a guy romantically who had at one time had one of his nipples pierced to which he told me several times about how badly it hurt. I distinctly remember at one point he told me I would never do something like that. A statement I'm sure he meant no malice in saying. However, it was a statement that stirred something in me. The idea that people thought they could predict my actions as if they knew me — when in reality they didn’t at all. His innocent statement made me feel like I was boring, predictable, plain — all things I knew deep down I was anything BUT! I couldn’t blame him for his statement because I knew that I hadn’t shown many people the layers to the onion that is me. In the end I was grateful for his statement because it was a spark that later lit a fire no one expected.

As you know, we ladies like to chat amongst ourselves about boy and other things so naturally I was telling them about this guy and the statement he made. And of course we got on the topic of nipple piercings. Some solid wholesome dinner conversation on the day of our Lords resurrection. Lol Don’t worry Jesus is laughing right with me! 😂🙏🏽

To be truthful I don’t remember the conversation in detail. What I do remember was how I felt saying whatever it is I was saying that was essentially in agreement with that guy — that I wasn’t brave enough to do such a thing. Even though I don’t remember what was said in detail, I distinctly remember not being proud of the things I was saying and the way I was passing judgement both on myself and women who had nipple piercings. Even while I was saying whatever it was I felt this weight begin to settle in my mind and heart because I knew what I was saying was not true, was not kind, and was extremely limiting. I almost remember tangibly feeling a sense of the box I had just placed myself in was getting smaller and smaller with each word I spoke. The box kept getting smaller because I was saying what I thought I was supposed to say — what was expected of me in order to be accepted and loved even though I was with people who have ALWAYS loved and accepted me.

There’s that fear in the vulnerability of actually being fully seen. Of actually expressing my desires without fear or shame. Of actually removing myself from the containers others had placed me in, but more importantly — the tiny little container I had placed my own self in. Each time I spoke words that went against my true desires for fear of being seen and then judged, that container just got that much smaller. It got smaller and smaller until it was no longer big enough for me to even inhale. And for a while I didn’t. I held onto that last inhale for about 3 weeks after that conversation with my beloved friends as I remained in my itty bitty box and reflected on the feelings that came up having stated opinions that didn’t belong to me but that belonged to the conditioned people pleaser in me.

For those next three weeks as I continued to mull things over in my mind while feeling incredibly tense in my body, I had a realization. Just because someone says I can’t do something doesn’t make it true. Just because I tell my own self I don’t have the guts to do something doesn’t make it true! No one is forcing me into this box but me. And more importantly — no one could ever force me into a box this way expect for me. So, I had a choice to make, stay in my self imposed prison, breathless and tense, or free myself from my prison, breath, express and dare to be seen!

Naturally I chose the latter. 🏻‍♀️ As I had this realization in my car while running a few errands, I decided that I wanted to take action. To turn this knowledge and realization into embodied wisdom by acting upon it in a conscious manner. At the time I didn’t really have this understanding nor the vocabulary to fully express it. What I did have was my feelings and my intuition. At the time that was the only understanding or explanation I needed. It just felt right. For a long time I sat in a space of not feeling right, partially self imposed, partially imposed by the culture, society, and religion I was raised in. But in that moment I felt right for the first time in a long time and that was good enough reason!

I thought about what it would be like to have my nipples pierced and considered how I would feel. The thought of it made me feel excited, playful, sensual, powerful, free, wild and like it would be my delicious little secret for a bit that I could revel in the triumph of before anyone else knew. I followed that feeling. I listened to that intuition, and I allowed my body to lead me.

In that moment I decided to go to the nearest piercing place and see if they would allow walk ins. And by divine intervention it just so happened the one nearest to me accepted walk ins! I filled out to paper work, paid, and took off my shirt. In that moment getting my nipples pierced was a symbol of sacred rebellion. Rebellion against the limitations others had placed on me, all of the assumptions or generalizations people marked me with. But more than that it was a rebellion against the limitations I had placed on myself.

It was a moment of taking back my power, of expressing myself and allowing my wild to come out and play for a while. I made a choice to put away the cookie cutter and to mold myself the way that I wanted to. And I did the unexpected, I took the time to be present and conscious -- surprising even myself in the most tantalizing way!

At the end of the day I decided that my life is not about what others think of me or how they might judgment me. I decided that what actually matters is what I think of myself and the way I see myself. I decided to spend more of my time taking care of me and listening to my truth and allowing for my actions to flow from that truth rather than pleasing others and shoving myself into a tiny box for the sake of everyone else.

That day I decided that I couldn’t not be myself for the sake of the comfort of others. That in choosing to not embody and express who I really am I was actually doing a disservice to myself and to everyone around me. Because by dampening my light I was showing others to dampen theirs as well. By judging myself harshly I was showing others that they too should be judging themselves harshly. By living my life for the sake of others I was showing others that their lives didn't belong to them either. By me not feeling safe in my story and putting myself in a box I was showing others that they were not safe in their stories either and that their fate too was that tiny box.

That day I chose a different legacy for myself and I have not stopped since. I chose to commit myself to the intention of being true to myself for the first time in my life! I chose a sacred rebellion that changed my life.

SACRED REBELLION!

I chose to rebel against the limitations and expectations others have marked me with.

I chose to rebel against the my fears and against the limitations I had placed on myself.

I refused to be categorized into generalizations that never told the whole story.

I refused to be defined by the assumptions of those who were void of the truth.

I refused to be responsible for the version of me others drew up in their heads.

I refused to be held responsible for the expectations others place on my that I never asked for.

I rejected notion that self worth and happiness were out of my reach.

I chose to believe that I’m worthy of good things even when this world screams otherwise.

I chose to continuously pursue truth.

I chose passion over complacency.

I chose wisdom over knowledge.

I chose a life of action over a life of passivity.

I chose to release myself from the shackles of needing outside validation.

I chose to liberate myself from the fear of judgement.

I chose to shed the skin of the version of me that was condition to please others even against my own integrity.

I chose to allow my intuition and the Holy Spirit to guide me and be the compass of my life.

I chose to stand in my power.

I chose a life of intentionality.

I chose faith.

I chose radical self expression and the vulnerability of being fully seen and fully heard.

I chose to be me - unapologetically.

4 months after I got my nipples pierced I chose to rebel against those cookie cutter expectations again and I decided to interview for a teaching job abroad. The day after the interview I was informed that I got the job.

2 months after that I boarded a plane to China and started a life apart from everything I ever knew and loved.

This week I celebrate 3 years of living in China. Now, working for a school much healthier for me and much more aligned than the one I started at. I met the love of my life and we are planning a future together that involves marriage, buying a house, and becoming entrepreneurs. I have plenty of free time to explore my interests, educate myself on things I’m passionate about, and develop my skills. I have devoted myself to my deepest desires and to following my souls purpose. I am completely committed to my integrity and I live more intuitively, grounded in embodied wisdom. I stand in my power and remind myself daily that I am worthy of my desires and that I am capable of making them happen for myself.

All because one day I decided to get my nipples pierced.

Who'da thunk, am I right? 😂💁🏽‍♀️ One wild action that most will never know the depth of, lead to a million more wild actions of depth that have brought me here. Here is a place of self awareness, self acceptance, healing, expansion, goodness, and abundance -- with a future full of the same!

What does that proverbial 'nipple piercing' look like for you in your life?

What is that one shift in your perspective, heart posture, mind set, intention that has changed your life? Or the better question might be, what is that shift that needs to happen in order to change your life?

What was the action that flowed from that shift that has brought you blessings upon blessing?

What is are the actions that need to flow from that shift to receive more blessings?

What brave thing did you choose that has brought you closer to your clarity and more in tune with your identity?

What brave thing will you choose that will bring you closer to your clarity and attuned to your identity?

I encourage you to ponder these questions over the next few days and maybe even take the time to journal it all out! That always helps me! Feel free to share in the comments here or message me privately to have a chat. I am always open to a respectful dialogue. ♥

As always,

Goodness & Abundance Beloved Saints 💋