He pulled my phone out of my purse, inserted my needles and began clicking away. I soon felt as if I were a tourist attraction. The funniest part of the whole photographing process happened before he took the first photo. While I'm stretched out with needles, I keep my eyes closed. The Puncturer begins counting, "1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . ." and I start laughing. I said, "You don't need to count. I can't see you, and I'm not going to smile!" He shot the photo and said, "You were smiling there!" You won't see that photo because it's awful. Not that the rest of these are flattering whatsoever but here they are.
Here you can see several needles in my fat, tired, zit-ridden face since I
Needles in my legs, feet, and even in my toes!
And the last one is of my big belly. You'll see the needles in my upper and mid stomach, along my bikini line, and in my hands and thumbs.