I’m not sure about everyone but when I was below the twenty mark I searched high and low for anything that would express to others ‘who I am’. It had me exploring many different styles which always left me feeling a little weird. At the same time I wouldn’t fit in for the sake of fitting in, which also left me in a pickle quite often – why couldn’t I just either be completely weird or completely normal and people just high five me for it?! It’s called being a teenager, get over it. Only once I let go of all these ideas, judgements and thoughts did I actually stay myself in everything, and this need to express myself to the world naturally went. Along with it, the tattoos I once wanted.
I may change my mind, as I often do, but… I won’t get any tattoos. Bold statement, why does it matter? It really doesn’t, but I have ‘ummed’ and ‘ahhed’ over getting one – trying to ignore my friends getting them and egging me on and my parents doing the opposite – so it has been a constant thought flowing back and forth. Though now I have decided to never get any. Simple reason being; I really like my body. (Not suggesting those who have them don’t!) Despite the moles, wrinkles, cellulite and flab (I paint such a pretty picture), a while ago I accepted it as mine and I’m cool with that. I don’t want to mark it.
As I’ve mentioned before I’m in a ‘get rid of everything I’ve been hoarding for my entire life’ mood, and so my next step is to release my tattoo ideas into the world so they won’t cross my mind any more. Although they are crap, they are up for grabs if you want them.
I decided I wanted ‘here comes the sun’ when I was 17, in either script text or my own crap hand writing. A best friend told me if I don’t have it done by the time I’m 30 (or she may have said 25, they both seem so far away when you’re 17) she is stealing it. It’s all yours if you want it, Simpson! You did say that 7 years ago though..
I decided upon this at 18. On my wrist of course.
At 19 I wanted these addictions to the original tattoo that I never got. The comedy mask represents my brother, the heart my sister, the bird my Dad and the sun my Mum. And yes, they were meant to look like that.
I’m a very decisive indecisive. Glad I stuck to sharpie.
Hope you have a great day!
“I’m drawing the tattoos that I will never have, for a blog post”
“You should draw me some :)”
“So are the drawings of 2 year olds, but people still get them inked on themselves”