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I got my first tattoo almost 2 years ago when I was 21. Number 2 will be happening in the very near future. I can guarantee there will be a number 3 and probably a number 4. Who knows, maybe a number 5 one day?
I've always known I wanted a tattoo and it took me a year and a half of knowing what I wanted before I got inked. I thought about it every day, drew pictures of it constantly to get it just right and finally, pretty much on a whim took the steps to getting it done.
I was a senior in college and so excited, yes I was nervous too, but excitement overshadowed any nerves. I took one of my greatest friends with me, a fellow inked friend. It felt right to have somebody there and it felt good having her support.
About a half hour later, my first tattoo was there, smack in the middle of my forearm. I couldn't stop smiling. It's beautiful in it's simplicity, but the meaning behind it is even more powerful for me. My tattoo means something, something very powerful and personal.
The summer after I got it done, a camper at the camp I worked at, tried to lick it off of me thinking it was just temporary. To his surprise, it didn't go anywhere! He looked at it, fascinated that it did not smudge and stood baffled as I explained it wasn't like his batman rub on tattoos.
Often in the middle of a conversation people stop and ask "Wait, is that a tattoo?" As if they're surprised to see one on me! I constantly get asked about it, I mean it's quite visible so I understand the curiosity. I give people the general explanation, more if they keep asking questions.
I get asked almost every time, "Do you regret it? Will you regret it in 30 years?"
My answer is always no. There are people who don't understand that, who don't get how I can know that I'll still love this ink on me. But I can tell you right now, I will always love my tattoo, I will never regret the choice I made to get it done, especially to get it done in a spot where I see it a million times a day. (Ok maybe not a million times....)
My tattoo, means something to me. I doesn't matter if people don't understand the meaning, because it's not for others to understand. It faces inward so I can sit and reflect when looking upon it. It doesn't face outward to others, because not surprisingly, it's not for anybody else.
I respect others opinions on tattoos, and I respect their choice to not get one done on their body. But why is my simple tattoo offensive to some people? I'm not asking anybody to sit and stare at it, to get a matching one on their left arm. I don't flaunt it in other peoples faces or bring it up in the middle of a random converstaion.
I simply got inked to have a constant reminder of those I love most, the things I love most and what I need to get by in my life. Yes, that's one of my simple explanations.
I know there are plenty of people out there who get tattoos just to get one, not with any meaning at all. And if you're one of those people, that's totally fine. You have every right to do what you please regarding tattoos on your body (so long as they aren't out right offensive). You might regret it, but if you do, it's your problem, not anybody else's, it surely won't be mine.
Will I get a tattoo that has no meaning to me? Nope. Should that matter to you? Nope. Do my tattoos change the person I am? Nope. So why does it matter so much to anybody else but me?
My name is Kristina and I'm the founder of Love Struck. Read about how Love Struck came to be, see how I make it happen or just read a random thought I just might have! Anything can happen at our blog & I wouldn't have it any other way! It's time to get Love Struck, and what better way to start than right here!