This morning (after having the idea bubbling about for a while) I decided to take out my eyebrow ring. It is a piercing that I’ve had since I was twenty and I loved it when I got it done. My thoughts in the last few months when I’ve seen it haven’t been as positive though. “Wow, that makes my face look really unbalanced,” or “why did I bother to put on a dress and make-up when I still end up looking like a kid?”
The final incident was yesterday. I am currently interning at a physical therapist’s office. The doctor let me do a bit more close shadowing, and introduced me to an older patient who had had a dislocation post surgical recovery. I could see intimidation in their eyes, though I have been a peaceful person for many years now. There was an assumption based on the piece of metal sticking out of my face that I was somewhat juvenile. Whether we like to accept it or not, we are perceived by our appearance.
I decided that it is time for me to no longer project the image of the angry kid that I haven’t been for many years. Since I got that piercing I’ve graduated college, lost a parent, got married, and dedicated my life to health and wellness. Part of me wonders if this is me bowing to some kind of perceived societal pressure or if I’ve finally hit a place in my life where who and what I am is direct and mature. Perhaps this new person needs no introduction. Perhaps my professional life has become important enough for me to care,
Or maybe I’m just getting old.