Tattoooooos!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tattoo….You?.”

First of all do I have a tattoo? Um heck yeah! And I plan on getting more when I have money and find a good place where I am now.

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I went up to visit my twin sister one day and we joked about getting tattoos together. I didn’t have any money at the time so I thought she was joking. “No I’m serious, what should we get?” We thought about getting tattoos of the Leo symbol because we are August babies but we couldn’t quite nail what we wanted on the head. Then we joked about lion king because it was still a lion and our favorite childhood movie. Bam! We knew right there that we had our tattoo. The next day we went to the parlor that few of our friends recommended and got it done. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as I anticipated. I love it to this day and I know I will never regret it.

People who don’t have tattoos ask me, “well don’t you think you might regret it or not like the picture later on in life? You know it’s permanent, right?” Yes I know it’s permanent. Duh. In my head it’s not always about the ink, it’s the meaning behind the ink. I don’t want to get a tattoo unless there is a specific meaning behind it. It can be a small meaning, but not “yeah it’s just cool/pretty.” That way the ink may fade or I may not enjoy watching the lion king any more (year right), but it will always be the tattoo I got with my sister of our favorite childhood movie.