Do Your Ears Hang Low?

...Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie 'em in a knot, can you tie 'em in a bow? Can you throw them over your shoulder like a continental soldier? Do your ears hang low? (Not to be confused with the song Do Your Chain Hang Low)

Ok ladies. We all have hang ups about our bodies from time to time. We shouldn't, but we do. This is one of mine:

For those of you who know me in real life, I usually sport my usual diamond studs. Today, I am actually wearing dangling earrings. I will wear earrings like this from time to time and I have tried to get better about it, but I still feel self-conscious when I do. Because if you notice, my earring hole (that sounds really gross, lol) is a bit stretched out and it really bugs me. If I wear earrings like this, they are usually out by the time lunch rolls around. I am just paranoid that they will stretch my ear even more. I realize that this hang-up about my ears probably makes me really weird, which is what I thought too, until by accident yesterday I came across an article about earlobe surgery. I received an email from BirchBox letting me know that my monthly box had shipped out and there was a link in the email to their blog and the title of the link was "Are Ear Jobs the New Nose Job" and like always, curiosity killed the cat. So I clicked on it and read it. It did make me feel like less of a freak that this earlobe drooping phenomenon bothers other women and not just me. I would love to know someone who has had this done, or used the plumper like the article talked about. So, if you have any experience with this, please let me know.

I have thought about not wearing earrings for like a year and letting my holes grow back up and then get them re-pierced but I'm not sure I want to go that route. I could barely stand to get my ears pierced the first time. Granted, I was only 5 at the time.... Which is actually a pretty funny story. So I might as well share it. I was in kindergarten and I had begged and begged my mother to let me get my ears pierced. I finally wore her down, so off to Tyrene's we went to go get them pierced. I was so excited and jumped up in the chair, ready. That is until Tyrene came at me with the ear gun thing. Yep, down out of the chair I went! Needless to say, my mom took me back a couple more times whenever I had decided I had enough courage to do it. And every time I would get in the chair and change my mind. One day, I was at the dentist's office (Remember David from my Thanksgiving post? Yeah, his dad is my dentist. Got to love a small town!) getting a cavity filled. So Dr. Corbin had me in the chair flying high on the gas. He filled my cavity and I thought I was ready to go. Little did I know that my mom had called Tyrene while I was in the back and got her to come to the dentist office with her ear gun. So while I was riding the nitrous oxide, high out of my little 5-year-old mind, Tyrene popped in and pierced my ears, right there in the dental chair! How's that for an ear piercing story? I'm probably the only person in America who can say that they got their ears pierced at the dentist's office! I'm super cool. I know this :-)

I realize that this was a very random subject to post, but I just couldn't believe that article when I saw it yesterday, so I had to share it.