Here's some background for you:
My little brother is a tough guy- plays lacrosse, doesn't cry, has 10 girl friends. Actually, only one of those is true. Anyway, despite his raging manliness, he would squeal, giggle, eeeeeee- whenever he'd catch a glimpse of them...my ears. My "tiny ears". (and off go ten people to inspect pictures on my blog-don't go believin him.. I completely disagree:) Before I continue I just want to make it clear that I do not think my ears are by any means "tiny" (besides he's the only one who's ever said that)- rather, I think they suit my head quite well. In fact, I rather love my ears. But...I never minded. I'd much rather have dainty little ears than be at the other end of the spectrum.
SO on with it...
It just very well may be my microscopic ears that is why kind folks are noticing my ... "condition" (although you'd think they'd be harder spot). Eh. Maybe it was my obsession with gigantic earrings at age five that gave way for the points and stares.... Not two weeks ago this very thing made my stiff russian piano teacher snort and lose it. Thanks. I could go on.
My friends, I have low earring holes.. like dangerously low. I'm pretty sure it had something to do with who pierced them back in 1990. Get all your laughs out now... and for the love, you don't have to tell me my earring holes look like they are about to rip out. They won't... they've been tugged on plenty and they've stayed the same since I can remember! I'm WELL aware they are different than just about everyone else and you know what? You're the freak! (I'm telling myself)
*runs away wishing my earring holes were like yours.
Oh- and a happy 21st birthday to that lacrosse playin brother of mine. Come home from Spain pllllease?!