On 9/7 I got inked! I wanted artwork on my body, and as beautiful as it is, I’m not sure it was worth the pain. There are 7 seven flowers going down my side, each one is the flower of a country I’ve been to and have been deeply impacted by.
I went in thinking I was a lot more gangster than I really am. He only started coloring in the petals, when I made him stop because it felt like he was slowly sawing my body into pieces- the electric needle grinding over and over into my bone. I kept thinking, how do so many people get tats, especially the full body ones? They must have some secret, like Vicodin!
The problem is, I have to go back to finish it… someday.
Was I ready for such a permanent commitment? I mean, what if one day I get pregnant and my skin stretches and my flowers are all wilted? My friend suggested I get it on my back, but I needed it completely on my side as much as I needed all 7 flowers.
Man, what have I done, what have I done…
