Gosh, Aren't Tattoos Lovely?
It's an odd thing, but holds true, I've never liked my skin. And perhaps tattoos are my answer to that. Just about anywhere on my body I have an issue with it - it's spotty, oily, hairy, has stretch marks, has cellulite, is pale. I always find an excuse to not like it so perhaps for me, getting tattoos was never a hard choice to make. Not to say I haven't thought about and fully considered each one. But for me they don't have to hold a lot of meaning beyond " I think this is lovely and I want it on my body forever."
This weekend I got another tattoo, a bumble bee. It's on my forearm which is the most visible place I've ever got one done. I've considered the ramification career-wise, aesthetically and from all other angles and I'm fine with that. Isn't that delicate little bee just lovely?
In the past I've been somewhat conservative where I've had my tattoos, in areas I can hide easily of show off if I fancy, as part of me is so aware of how some people read their presence.
But this step, of a tattoo on my forearm isn't as scary as I once thought it to be. We live a changing world. With about 20% of the UK having tattoos, how can we continue to be prejudiced against them?
I started doing makeup recently in order to like the way I look more, but I think without realising it I started when I got my first tattoo. Each piece is hours of pain and attention and a test of endurance, each line is money spent and each centimetre is a centimetre that I really love more than I ever did now that ink lives within it.
My tattoos may not be an ode to travel or a memorial to a lost loved one. Instead, they are a love song to myself that quietly and continuously plays in the background. How can I ever regret that?