This (above) was me a few years back. I was younger, thinner, and way less tatted up! Today I posted a pic on my madness facebook page of a young hot chick with tats. Awesome tats that pretty much covered her body…here let me show you.
Sexy? Well, I think so. I think she is quite beautiful. One of my fans posted a comment that simply said “I wonder what she will look like with all of those tattoos when she is old?” Well, I sat there and I thought and I remembered a pic I had seen on the web of a beautiful older lady who was covered herself. I posted it for the reader to see and I also wrote a little note along with it to express how I feel about it. This is the pic…..
That question left a smile on my face and really got the wheels to turning in my brain. I was once a blank canvas not too long ago. However, I wanted to change that fact. I wanted to be colorful and unique in a world of such “blah”. I started getting tattoos at a young age…however they were hidden so that my parents could not see them. I was so terrified of what they would say or do when they saw them as I was taught that was WRONG. Over the years and as my parents aged I began to think for myself and I wanted to be ME. I wanted to expose myself to the outside world and not be afraid to show people who I truly was. Now, I know a tattoo does NOT define who we are at all. I am not saying that by any means. Actually, I am saying the opposite. A tattoo is just that….some ink on your body. A tattoo does not mean you are some badass or that you are a convict just outta the hole either. It doesn’t mean that you lie, steal, cheat, or kill. It does mean that you are a person who appreciates art, that you have a mind or your own, and that you can stand a little pain, lol! It means that you decided to not give a shit what other people thought of you. Each tattoo I have is a memory. It is something that I can look at and suddenly I am swept back to a previous time in my life whether happy or sad. One tattoo that is very simple yet speaks volumes is one on my wrist. It is the word BELIEVE. I know I have shared the story of my mother and her auto accident before. For those who haven’t read it I will make it short. My mom was given 24 hours to live after a car accident. She broke every bone in her body, ruptured and lost her spleen, ruptured her colon and lost most of it, and had a massive brain injury. I spent three months of my life away from my kids sitting in a trauma unit holding her hand and begging her to stay with me. I had lost everyone else in my life and I wasn’t losing her. I lost my job and my home but never once did I lose my belief that she would pull through. I remember sitting in a chair beside her looking at her lying there not even breathing on her own and I could feel the presence of my daddy all around. I just kept hearing the word believe over and over again. The day I brought my mama home was one of the sweetest ever! The week after I went and I got the tattoo. Whenever I feel hopeless or I begin to have doubts all I do is look down and see that word and suddenly I know that anything is possible as long as you believe. The tattoo on my foot was the last thing my daddy gave me. He gave me money for my birthday and told me to get something special with it. I sure did. I went out and had a flower that would never die put on my foot. Now, even though my daddy is gone, I have a flower from him that will never go away. His memory is forever etched on my heart, soul, and my foot 🙂
Tattoos are not for everyone. I totally understand this. I respect those who do not choose to alter their bodies in any way. It is all a choice of the individual. People are beautiful with or without them. They don’t change who we are on the inside at all. No matter how ugly your heart is a tattoo isn’t going to change that fact. Tattoos are really not as controversial as they used to be and I am glad about that. However, we do still have those people out there that think if a person has a tattoo then they must be “bad” or they consider us “skanky”. Well, all I can say to those people is to each his own! I ran from my parents for a big part of my life. I was scared to be who I wanted to be. I was the type of person that always worried about what other people thought. I wanted to fit in and for so long I just blended in to my surroundings. Not anymore. I decided life was way too short to try and please everyone. I also decided it was MY life and those people who judge me are no better a person for being judgmental! I am a daughter, a mommy, a wife, a nurse, a student, a friend……I am human. I have a huge heart and I would help any one given the chance. The art on my body is just that….art. It does not define me although it is a part of me. So, take me or leave me but I won’t change for anyone anymore. When I am old and all tatted up I am gonna smile and know that I lived my life full on and without regret.