1318 W 76 Country Blvd, Branson Missouri 65616
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I am not a piercing person. I’m not even a tattoo-adjacent, edgy accessory kind of person. But after a very impulsive 42 hours of questionable decision-making, I woke up and thought: you know what would really complete me as a human being? Nipple piercings.
Now, even in my impulsivity, I had standards. I wasn’t about to let some back-alley bedazzler take a stab at me. I wanted reputable, professional, and safe. That’s how I landed here.
Let me tell you: the waiting was the worst part. My brain went into full interrogation mode:
• How much is this going to hurt?
• What if my boobs reject me after this?
But then, the waiting room turned into an unexpected pep rally. Within minutes, I had a squad of random women cheering me on like I was about to win Olympic gold instead of a piercing. Shoutout to those ladies, you made me feel like Beyoncé walking on stage instead of me, trembling in a chair.
When it was time, Mark (the piercer, a saint, possibly a wizard) coached me through every step. He told me exactly when to breathe, and I swear he has some magical timing because just as I exhaled—BOOM, first one was done. Pain scale? Maybe a 2 or 3 out of 10. For comparison: stepping on a Lego is like an 8. Stubbing your pinky toe is an 11. This was shockingly chill.
And just like that, I was no longer nipple-piercing-curious, I was officially part of the club.
Three things I wish someone had told me beforehand:
1. It’s not just “not that bad” it’s actually kind of fun. Technique matters, and when you go to someone who knows what they’re doing, it’s basically a weird little adrenaline party.
2. Immediately after, you will want to show everyone. Best friends? Yep. Group chats? Yep. Mailman? …tempting. It’s like getting bangs—except you really want validation.
3. No one warns you about the soundtrack in your head. I walked out feeling like I needed a theme song. Something between the Rocky soundtrack and Lizzo’s “Good as Hell.” My nips deserved background music.
Now here I am, a proud, a week, post-nip-pierced individual. They feel amazing, I feel amazing, and honestly, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but if I had three nipples, I’d do it again.