SO, the story of my tattoo is very personal and I'm not really comfortable going into the full details surrounding it, but I can tell enough that you'll understand how meaningful it is to me!
Here I am directly after getting it done with my super cheesy "strength" pose and my really pale face since I felt like I was going to pass out.
As you can see, I have "Strength" on my ribs. It's in honor of my Dad. The past few years, he and my family have been through something that is pretty horrific and absolutely unimaginable for most people. It al started in September 2010 and got even worse in January 2011. Luckily, it has all ended finally (in October 2012) and we are slowly moving forward.
I had always wanted a tattoo but I can't stand needles and I pass out when I get shots and blood drawn. So no one ever believed I would actually go through with it. Then these two ladies came to visit two summers ago and I did it. We have promised each other we will be present with each other whenever one of us gets a tattoo.
|Terrible, terrible picture. And my hair is SO red.|
|Oh god why am I doing this??|
I adore it. It's simple and it's perfect. It's not done, though. The original plan was to have it finished when everything ended for my family. Unfortunately, I am short on money right now and I'm waiting until this summer to finish it. I'm adding 4 black sparrows flying around it to symbolize each person in my family and how strong we've been. Sparrows symbolize a safe trip home which is the perfect analogy for what we've been through. I'm so excited to finish it and I'm already planning more. It's true when they say tattoos are addictive (even if you're deathly afraid of needles)!
Do you have any tattoos? Or do you want any?