that kind of girl.

When I got my belly button pierced my freshman year of college (right when i turned 18, in fact) I called up my sister.

"Anna, I got my belly button pierced!"
"Oh."
"It was a birthday present."

I don't think I can convey the meaning in that "Oh." Now, let's be clear-- I did get it pierced right at the height of the trend. More than one girl in my dorm got it done right around the time I did. But I didn't care cause I really wanted it. HotCop and I tried to go the summer before we went off to school, but I wasn't yet 18. She promised to pay for it for my birthday that year. I'd been thinking about it for months. Anna told me later she mentioned it to one of her friends who said:

"Oh, she's that kind of girl."

What kind of girl is that? How could she judge me because of one decision I'd made? I was young, but I'd thought about how much it would hurt; I almost passed out when I had my ears pierced for goodness sakes. I guess I didn't think about what it would be like a couple months later when my belly button got all pus-filled and it bled and was gross and the only way to make it better was just to wait. Still have it today, though.