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That post up there got me thinking, about my tattoos. People sometimes tell me that they don't understand why I want to permanently mark my body. What if I get tired of it?
I'm not tired of the scar under my left pinky nail from where my gerbil bit me when I was 13. Or the line across the underside of my chin from where I fell in my uncle's driveway. Or the parrot bites on the backs of my hands, or the slash across my belly from a cat leaping out of my arms when a sudden noise scared it. I have more.
Life has scarred me, inside and out. Strange, nondescript, paler shapes on my already pale skin.
My tattoos are scars of my choosing. They are pieces of me realized in color on my skin. Not random moments, but thoughts, deliberate and specific. And unlike the scars that life has given me, which have their own beauty to me but are still just scars, the scars I have given myself are beautiful to everyone.
Which, considering they are an outward reflection of who I am, feels pretty awesome.
That post up there got me thinking, about my tattoos. People sometimes tell me that they don't understand why I want to permanently mark my body. What if I get tired of it?
I'm not tired of the scar under my left pinky nail from where my gerbil bit me when I was 13. Or the line across the underside of my chin from where I fell in my uncle's driveway. Or the parrot bites on the backs of my hands, or the slash across my belly from a cat leaping out of my arms when a sudden noise scared it. I have more.
Life has scarred me, inside and out. Strange, nondescript, paler shapes on my already pale skin.
My tattoos are scars of my choosing. They are pieces of me realized in color on my skin. Not random moments, but thoughts, deliberate and specific. And unlike the scars that life has given me, which have their own beauty to me but are still just scars, the scars I have given myself are beautiful to everyone.
Which, considering they are an outward reflection of who I am, feels pretty awesome.