tat·too - /ta too/
Verb
Mark (a person or a part of the body) with an indelible design by inserting pigment into punctures in the skin.
For as long as I can remember tattoos have intrigued me, and for months leading up to my 18th birthday I told my parents on a regular basis that when I turned of age I would be getting tattooed despite their disapproval. They told me "we will kick you out if you get tattooed!". Well being the hard headed "I'm gonna do what I want" teenager that I was, two days after my 18th birthday I got my very first tattoo. It's a small pixie on my left shoulder blade. Very super original...I know lol. At the time though I was like oh heck yes nothing says I'm a bad ass like a fairy. Needless to say I became addicted to getting tattoos, and soon after my first tattoo I planned out my second, and then my third, and now 9 years later I've got 19 tattoos. I'm currently working on two sleeves, and a back piece that will eventually cover up that little fairy tattoo. I'm typically against covering up tattoos, because it's just part of my story. I will forever look at one of my tattoos and remember when and where and why I got it. It takes me back to that specific time in my life, and it's nice reminiscing. I love that my body is a canvas only made more beautiful by the art work adorned on it. I hate the stereo typical questions like "what are you gonna do when you're like 80?" or "why would you do that to your body?". These questions are just plain stupid. That's like asking someone "what are you gonna do when you have gray hair?" or some other question that doesn't even deserve an answer lol. A good response to the "why would you do that to your body?" question is um hello why wouldn't you?? I'm unique, with or without tattoos, but I feel so beautiful with them, and lets face it I do feel a little like a bad ass. Xoxo
oh and my parents never kicked me out after getting tattooed lol
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