It’s just a tiny piece of metal

I took out mytongue ring. And I am having feels.

There’s no concrete reason for why I did it. Nothing I can point to or explain. Nothing practical or social. No new maturity or understanding.

It’s just time.

Time to let go of the last ten years. Of the twenty-year-old girl who wanted so desperately to be someone important, to be desired and lusted after and badass and immortal and untouchable.

To know that the symbol – this totem markedfor truth-telling and speaking prophecy – is only an idea, an...