Look at me, look and see, see the marks on my skin, see the ink going in, marking me for all to see, marking me eternally.
The pain of the ink going in, the constant burning of the skin, this is a physical memory, it takes time to be a part of me.
I love tattoos. I really do. My first two tattoos, I wouldn't get now, but at 18/19 years old, they were what I wanted. They were my statement pieces for that moment in time.
My newest tattoo however, I absolutely adore it! And even if I feel like this as I do about my first two, well, there's nothing wrong with that. There is no regret. Just a change in mindset and a change on how I view myself.
Once I saw myself as an unfeminine tomboy, unsexy and a bit funky. Hence the snake and the spider.
Now I view myself rather differently. My first flower tattoo. A secret red little flower, hidden on my hip, showing the emerging acceptance of my femininity. Oh, this does sound trite. But it is also how I actually felt at the time. My large shoulder piece tattoo, my unique almost tribal flower design, inked in the faintest pink with a darker pink overtone. This is me now. I love how is puts me in mind of a piece of armour. A beautiful, intricate, strong piece of amour, designed for me alone.
And I already have two ideas for more tattoos. One idea that I've been playing with for years. One just recently come to mind. If in a year or two I have a more defined idea...well, that is a future project.
For now...my newest tattoo is a thing of beauty and I have now buy more clothes suitable to showing it off.
Ebay here I come.
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