I pierced my ear again. I now have two holes in one ear. To some, this may seem like a trivial life event to announce to an invisible audience of internet users, but it was a monumental step for me as an individual. A little background perhaps? For 25 years, I grew up as a Mormon, to use the colloquial term. When I was ten, I was allowed to get my ears pierced for the first time. It was a birthday present, in fact. Most of my other girl friends already had their ears pierced, but my best friend, right about the time that I first pierced my ears, had a second piercing done in one of her ears. It was the coolest thing I had ever seen and I wanted one. At the time, I may have wanted it so badly because I wanted to fit in, I wanted to be like the other girls. I lived in a smaller town in northern California where the vast majority of the surrounding population was not Mormon, nor did they understand the way we lived or the "choices" we made. I felt different. I was different,...