All of my tattoos are faded
Like the memories that you gave to me
They’re engraved
Just a little worn through the years
One thing remains the same
You’re not here.
The first tattoo I ever got I hid it from my mom for an entire year. Now that sounds like a rebellious child, and well maybe I have been. I did not think she would approve at all, like most parents I assume. And well, you could guess that she didn’t like it.
When she finally realized that I had a tattoo she didn’t get mad or yell. There wasn’t much expression on her face at all, she just calmly looked at me and said: “Well it’s your body, you can do what you want with it.” Now I don’t believe she was implying or encouraging me to go get more of them, but it was a relief to know she respected my right to make decisions even if they differed from her own.
Over the next few years, I acquired a few more tattoos. I don’t have them visible or all over my body, but I probably have enough to make the anti-ink committee cringe. Ha! However, when I got my first tattoo I made an oath and said to myself;
“I will never get another tattoo unless it has a purpose and means something to me.”
Sounds simple and it has been.
With that being said, every tattoo on my body has a meaning and I hold them dear to my heart. I cherish their imperfections because each one represents a time in my life. They represent the ups and the downs. The changes and the lessons learned. They make me unique.
My very first tattoo represents my adolescent years. It represents youth and being naive to the dangers in this life. It tells a story of a young girl lost in her tracks trying to find her place. My other tattoos represent the growth and lessons learned. They often remind me of the angels in my life. They also are a reminder of how far I have come.
I know that there are many individuals who frown upon others for having tattoos but don’t let them get you down because you tell your story differently.
Now I feel a new tattoo on the horizon.
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