I recently got my third tattoo. I have one or two more planned, and then I'm probably done. Probably. Then again, I thought I was done after the first one. And the second. Whatever.
I've always believed that not all tattoos are created equal. Some are spontaneous. Some are regretful. Some are beautiful art to be put on display. Some are emotional responses to life. Mine are memories I wish to keep forever.
I've thought long and hard about my tattoos, and I regret nothing. My ink is my art, and I carry it with me always.
The final product after healing.
Ok, technically the scabbing hadn't completely peeled off,
but that sounds gross. And yet I said it anyway.
This photo is for Triplezmom.
So she knows what a T Rex looks like trying to photograph its back.
While not flashing side boob by accident.
I cheated with the mirror this go around, to show off my new haircut.
And here is the first photo just moments after fresh ink, for those curious.
None of my tattoos bled, which is awesome.
It's a sign of healthy skin, which should heal fast. Which mine did.
Freckles. I has them.