Hi mom,
I can already sense the tension. I can see you sitting back in your seat. Asking yourself "what does she want now" or "what did she do this time." (I'm apologizing in advance right now).
It's been awhile since we've really talked. Had an adult conversation about our opinions. Mainly because we're both too stubborn and butt-heads too much, that when we disagree on things, we just avoid the topics in general. This, is one of those topics. I'm bracing myself for the phone call I'll get Monday night after this is posted, and I can already hear you yelling.
*Deep breaths. Ocean sounds. Relaxing music. Candles lit. Chill.*
I have 4 tattoos. Yes, you read that right. 4. FOUR. F. O. U. R. I said it, it's out there. I can't take it back now. Sorry 'bout it.
*And now I'm freaking out*
I know it wont change your mind, but times are different now. Tattoo's aren't just for bikers, gang members, sailors or those in prison anymore. All of my tattoos mean something. I know I've made some dumb choices. I know I haven't always been the brightest bulb on the tree. But if there's one thing I've ever done to myself, that was 100% in my control, this is it, and I'm proud of it.
Sh*ts about to get real
- After the Lindbergh baby was kidnapped in 1932, many worried parents had their children tattooed (facts.randomhistory)
Now, I think I should explain myself, and my rebellious choices before you have a literal heart attack.
*Please don't disown me*
On my 18th birthday I received my first tattoo. "Come What May" is inked in my skin underneath my right shoulder blade. As a symbol that forever tells me I will conquer whatever is placed in my path. As my first tattoo, I can honestly say, I'm so insanely proud of it.
When I was 19, two days after my baptism, I placed a cross on the back of my left arm. For obvious reasons. This to me, represents my relationship with God.
Once I moved up to college I totally went and did a spontaneous tattoo with two of my closet friends. THEY ARE NOT MATCHING TATTOOS I PROMISE. I had an arrow put on my spine. Meaning that no matter how far life drags me back, it'll eventually shoot me forward. Be patient.
The lovely age of 20. Tattoo number 4 was put on my body. This is by far my favorite. A semicolon on my right wrist. A semicolon is used when an author could have ended a sentence but decided to continue on. Being a writer I feel that this is a connection in not just one, but two aspects of my life. Life, isn't the easiest thing. There's been plenty of time's where anyone could just end it. But continuing on is the real victory.
I'm fully aware you don't agree. Which is fine. We don't have to agree with everything, we're our own person. However, I'm sick of hiding such a big part of my life. This doesn't make me a bad person. I mean, I've had these for about 3ish years now, and I haven't changed BECAUSE of the marks on my body.
On a more serious note, tattoos do not define who you are as a person. Some of the most sincere and fascinating people I've ever met in my life, are those who have tattoos. Never judge a book by it's cover, for every tattoo has a story. Stick around to ask about it. You may be insanely surprised.
*Praying you still love me*
I'm sorry again. Sorry.
Sorry.
