When I was 18 I wanted a tattoo so bad I couldn’t stand it. I went off to college and I was finally out from under the whole “not while you live under MY roof” crap. When that happened I decided I needed a tattoo.
I thought long and hard about it and tried to decide the best places to get a tattoo. I was athletic then, but still on the chunky side, so requirement #1 was to place it so if I ever turned into a HUGE woman, the tattoo would never get ruined from that. I’ve seen one too many decapitated Playboy Bunny heads in my life…as in pregnancy and tattoos generally do NOT go well together. Requirement #2 was the I be able to hide it when necessary. I never wanted a tattoo to keep me from getting a job. After all of this, I went out and got my first tattoo.
Sorry, the picture is all grainy, but I didn’t want to take a new one at the moment! The truth is, the tattoo artist didn’t do exactly what i wanted. Those horizontal stripes? Apparently saying “Shade within the swirl” means make horizontal stripes…Anyway, I like it. It’s on my sternum. If you don’t know where that is, it’s where you press on a chest to give someone CPR.
About a year later, the ink addiction kicked in again, and I wanted another tattoo. I wanted this one to be someplace where I could show it off as much as I wanted, or again, easily hide it. I also wanted it to be somewhat girly. Even with the rough and tumble attitude I had back then, I knew a girly tattoo would prove that I was a little feminine. I ended up with this:
Ummm, that is what happens when you don’t let parts of your body see the sun in years. Yes, I used sunscreen, YES is was SPF 45, and yes, that sunburn hurt like a B*&^%. Happy Birthday to me that year!!!! So the center of that tattoo is yellow, and it’s on my left shoulder. Now you can identify me if at the
morg (*gasp no one corrected my spelling on that one…OMG *blush**) morgue if I ever get murdered. I’m counting on you!