I made this appointment on Friday to 'talk' to my tattoo artist yesterday. I was so excited when I woke up yesterday, I went and got my eyes checked, which is something I really needed to do, and went on to the shop early. I have to tell you about my eye doctor visit, first. I've been seeing this lady for a good ten years or so. I completely love her. She's never jerked me around. She does her work well. She asked me what I'd been up to lately, to which I replied, "Dying my hair pink, getting tattooed and going to school." She laughed and suggested we dilate my eyes on Friday since I was going to be going into the tattoo shop to talk design. So you know, the picture up on my blogspot profile is just the outline of what's on my back. It was done last year. It's since been filled in and now we're going to work around it. Eventually, my back, shoulders, and upper arms will be covered.
I knew when I walked into Moms Tattoos I would walk out with new ink. I can't lie to myself. We did take care of business, and here very soon I'll have the outlines started for the things around the goddess. I'm excited. While I was there, I mentioned I wanted to cover what I call my "crazy dots." When I was sixteen, I got a needle, thread, and some Indian ink and put these dots on my ankle. I think though because of all the other beautiful work on my body, no one ever noticed but me. I dyed my hair for the same reason. I have gray hairs that no one else notices but me. So she told me to poke around and find something I like. I just found one flower. It was a rose bud, and on the stem was a butterfly, and the stem continued down. From this simple design, she designed this viney girlie tattoo that wraps around my ankle, it has butterflies, dragonflies, and two full bloom roses. It's the most painful work I've had done to date. The pain from the work on my back is now considered discomfort. I didn't really put much stock into what people say about how painful ankle tats are until now. It was worth it.
As she was putting on the stencils, when she put the dragonflies on my feet, I looked right at her, and was like, "You're going to hurt me, aren't you?" I've never winced, cried, or even thought of screaming while getting a tattoo. She looked back at me, smiled, and was like, "Probably."
I screamed like I was getting my nails ripped out. But I did not cry. Just screamed. My artist was amazed at my lung capacity. And I now have an official, legitimate reason for having held my foot in the air for an hour or so.
This is the first tattoo that not only embodies an ideal I have in life, but who I am in this life. I thought for a minute it might be a meaningless cover job. But after discussion and thought, It's more part of me than any other. Yes I love the goddess on my back. Yes, I love the tattoos on my arms, they're all part of who I am, but this ankle tattoo is what I am. I'm a women. I'm a beautiful women. As shocking as it is to me, I turn heads. Everywhere I've gone today people have commented on my ankle, on my back, on these things that are beautiful that are on my body.
From the little girl who felt worthless from the day she was born, who felt as though the entire world missed her because she was missing something, who drank just to feel sane, who loves fiercely and hurts alone in the shadows: I am beautiful, and even if the entire world turned it's back on me, I would still be beautiful.
I knew when I walked into Moms Tattoos I would walk out with new ink. I can't lie to myself. We did take care of business, and here very soon I'll have the outlines started for the things around the goddess. I'm excited. While I was there, I mentioned I wanted to cover what I call my "crazy dots." When I was sixteen, I got a needle, thread, and some Indian ink and put these dots on my ankle. I think though because of all the other beautiful work on my body, no one ever noticed but me. I dyed my hair for the same reason. I have gray hairs that no one else notices but me. So she told me to poke around and find something I like. I just found one flower. It was a rose bud, and on the stem was a butterfly, and the stem continued down. From this simple design, she designed this viney girlie tattoo that wraps around my ankle, it has butterflies, dragonflies, and two full bloom roses. It's the most painful work I've had done to date. The pain from the work on my back is now considered discomfort. I didn't really put much stock into what people say about how painful ankle tats are until now. It was worth it.
As she was putting on the stencils, when she put the dragonflies on my feet, I looked right at her, and was like, "You're going to hurt me, aren't you?" I've never winced, cried, or even thought of screaming while getting a tattoo. She looked back at me, smiled, and was like, "Probably."
I screamed like I was getting my nails ripped out. But I did not cry. Just screamed. My artist was amazed at my lung capacity. And I now have an official, legitimate reason for having held my foot in the air for an hour or so.
This is the first tattoo that not only embodies an ideal I have in life, but who I am in this life. I thought for a minute it might be a meaningless cover job. But after discussion and thought, It's more part of me than any other. Yes I love the goddess on my back. Yes, I love the tattoos on my arms, they're all part of who I am, but this ankle tattoo is what I am. I'm a women. I'm a beautiful women. As shocking as it is to me, I turn heads. Everywhere I've gone today people have commented on my ankle, on my back, on these things that are beautiful that are on my body.
From the little girl who felt worthless from the day she was born, who felt as though the entire world missed her because she was missing something, who drank just to feel sane, who loves fiercely and hurts alone in the shadows: I am beautiful, and even if the entire world turned it's back on me, I would still be beautiful.
2 mindless chatters:
ilu, you make me feel pretty too! ^_^
lets have nasty sex! >)
I have crazy dots.
My brother did them to me when we were kids. I see them all the time and remember what life used to be like.
BTW, I just started reading your blog today, I clicked on your name in the comments section of Crystal's blog.... So if you get a lot of comments on older posts, that's why.
Enjoy your day!
Rebekah
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