When I was younger my mother had many rules, one of them was ” no piercings or tattoos under my roof”. When I first got kicked out from home, I got my first piercing, a lip ring. She found out about it, and couldn’t really say much since I was no longer under her roof, as her rule had claimed. When I came back home, I would get jokingly threats about how she was going to tear off with pliers one day.
The next time I got kicked out, I got my first tattoo. The words “eyelash wishes” on my left shoulder. It didn’t settle right, but she understood that maybe I just needed one to know what it would feel like. That is, until I got my second one. A matching one that read “serendipity” on my right shoulder. I explained that they were meant to match, together, its symmetry. She let it go, surprisingly. Then more followed and let’s just say i was more happy than she was.
Now at my older age, i have only grown to love more art on my body than I ever thought at 18 when I first started being alternative. So here is my newest piece which is currently being worked one. Matthew blessed me with an anatomical heart, and I couldn’t be happier about it. I still need to fill it in and that will come in latter. My sleeve is currently under construction and I’m prepared to finish all of my plans with it.