One needle. One mistake. And a whole lotta healing!

Here’s the thing no one tells you:
Breastfeeding doesn’t just take your time, energy, and sleep — it takes your body. Specifically, your boobs.

They go from being something personal, sensual, maybe even fun… to being completely utilitarian. Milk taps. Comfort stations. Teething toys.

You spend months — or years — with people touching, tugging, and leaking all over your chest. And it’s all worth it, yes. But when it’s over?

You’re left with boobs that feel like strangers. Used, tired, and no longer yours.

So I did what any mom on the edge of rediscovery might do.

I got my nipples pierced again.

I walked into the piercing studio thinking I’d be getting two brand-new piercings. Clean slate. Fresh start. But the piercer looked at me and said,

“Actually, one of these looks like it might still be open. We can just stretch it and slide the jewelry in.”

Sounds quick and easy, right?Wrong.

Stretching a half-healed piercing is a level of pain I was not prepared for. It felt like dragging hot wire through sensitive scar tissue — slow, sharp, and deeply unpleasant. Honestly? I would’ve taken the needle twice over that.

The other side, freshly pierced with the proper needle, was honestly better. Still painful, sure, but it was clean. Sharp. Purposeful. Something I could brace for.

And afterward, I couldn’t stop thinking about it:

One side reopened. One side brand new.

One revisited. One reclaimed.

One part of me returning. One part becoming something else.

The Symbolism in the Sting…As strange as it sounds, that imbalance — one stretch, one fresh — felt perfect.

It mirrored everything I’d been feeling post-breastfeeding. My body isn’t what it used to be, but it’s not ruined. It’s not broken. It’s a mix of old and new, scarred and strong, stretched and healing.One side reminded me of who I was before motherhood — a little rebellious, a little bold, choosing what made me feel powerful.The other side felt like a quiet rebellion after motherhood — a way of saying:

“Yes, I’ve given so much. But now, I’m taking something back.”

If you’ve been thinking about reclaiming your body in some way—whether it’s a piercing, a tattoo, a workout goal, or just sleeping in on a Sunday—you deserve it!

You’re not being selfish. You’re being human.

Getting my nipples repierced didn’t undo the years of breastfeeding or erase the stretch marks or change the fact that my boobs are a little softer now. But it did remind me that I’m still in here. That I still get to decide what feels good, what looks good, and what makes me feel like me.

Our bodies tell stories. Mine has been a vessel of love, nourishment, exhaustion, and resilience. Adding a little sparkle back into that story? That was just the plot twist I needed.

So here’s to motherhood. Here’s to survival. And here’s to shiny little reminders that we’re still our own damn selves, even after all the giving.

Thanks True Gold Piercing!