We all have our tattoo horror stories. Well maybe not all of us but most of us have a least heard a bad tattoo story. Why else would there be shows like Bad Ink and Tattoo Nightmares? But there are the few of us that have gotten our tattoos and have loved them.
I was 18 when I got my first tattoo. It was my freshman year of college and I had just gotten out of a very bad relationship and I was in the beginning stages of finding myself. I still am trying to find myself as we all are but it was a season on my life were I was finally living my life for me. So I went to downtown Seattle around midnight with a friend of mine, got a bubble tea and my first tattoo.
It’s on my left foot and it is a series of birds flying away with the bible verse Job 1:21.
“He said, “I came naked from my mother’s womb, and I will be naked when I leave. The LORD gave me what I had, and the LORD has taken it away. Praise the name of the LORD!””
I wanted it to symbolize going through trails and overcoming them. Being strong in the hurricane so to speak.
Two years later at the age of 20 I got my second tattoo in Spokane, Washington. I went with a friend just like I did the first time but this time it was midday. She got to wrist tattoos so she looked ridiculous having two tattoo bandages on her wrists people thought she needed to go to a psych ward. I wanted to get the word love on my ribs with a black heart as the O, but the artist said it was impossible to do a rib tattoo (not true) and that he couldn’t fit that tattoo on my smal frame (also not true and small frame because I was 109 lbs back then) especially because I wanted it to be super small.
In the end though I let him talk me into getting a black heart tattoo about the size of a half dollar on my back. Now I can’t blame it all on home because I fell asleep on the table and I also didn’t have much confidence back then to speak up and defend myself so it is what it is. And yes, I literally fell asleep…
I wanted it to be black to represent the darkness in me and the demons that I battle. It is outlined in red to represent the love of God that holds me together. Now I liked my tattoo at first but my brother said it looked like a butt and its all I can see now. So someday I will get it fixed it’s just a matter of how,when, and who to trust.