First, I’d like to welcome to my blog, the person that searched Google today for “side tattoos for chunky girls”. Bless you, welcome aboard, and please PLEASE find Pinterest as soon as possible, you gorgeous, brave girl. PS! Let me know what you find!
Actually, pretty girl who googled, you inspired this post. I actually logged in for my routine check of the blogs I follow, to see what everybody was up to. And then, because my inner-number-nerd is always curious, I checked my stats, and then went to blog about my Kindergartner because it’s her first day back after vacation, and it’s all I can think about. And THEN, you inspired me to think ink. So thaaaaaaanks for that distraction!
I’m determined this year to get more ink. I’ve been saying it for two, and well, that’s just ridiculous. I’ve got so many ideas, like this gorgeous phoneix drawn up for my ribcage, my entire ribcage. I’ve got a shoulder quote, a feather, and a white-ink quote for a wrist tattoo all planned. If one happens this year, I’ll be happy.
I’ve been asked by quite a few people if I think I’ll regret later in life, being absolutely covered in ink. And of course, I think for a while about the what, but not ever the if. Of course it’s permanent. And of course our generation of plugged ears and tattoos will be the goofiest looking old people of all time. But will body art ever cause me regret?
After much debate with myself, especially on the wrist tattoo that will always be word for all the professional and unprofessional world to see, the answer is no.
I wear my regrets, my feelings, my heart, my emotions, and my life lessons out all the time, in the way I dress, my posture, my ever-changing hair color and style. My scars on my arms and head, my stretch marks on my belly, and my natural over-reactive, anxious personality. The way I react to things on a daily basis makes me who I am. Those tattoos that represent what I’m most passionate about, aren’t permanent or cause of prejudgment any more than the rings on my fingers, the plugs in my ears, or the emotion in my eyes.
Granted, you’ll never see me tattoo a fish on my forehead, but goodness, if that curvy girl gets a pretty side tattoo, or my friend with the blue hair changes it green tomorrow, I’m a better person for knowing them. The most beautiful people in this world are the ones that where their passions where their hearts are, their honesty on their sleeves, and I’m proud to be one of them.
Do you have tattoos? Any in the works? Which one has the most meaning?
Inked and Inspired,