“I haven’t had it removed because it’s a reminder that I was sometimes a bad girl in the past”
- Helen Mirren
I wonder what I would tell my kids if they wanted to get a tattoo. Because naturally, these are the kinds of high priority thoughts I should have on my mind in the middle of my work day. Glorify or vilify them, tattoos have made quite the cultural trademark for this generation. Having been inked a few times myself, I can speak to their addictive quality. I can’t help but wonder about the impact of my choices. There are certainly moments when I flinch and shudder, wondering if I made some sort of grave mistake. Maybe I got caught up in the heat of the moment. I will surely regret this entirely once I’m older. I picture my body in old age. Surely by then I will be clad in conservative “grandma” attire. I have a hard time putting the pieces together in my mind. But then I look at my body and I see such deeply personal stories. I am assured there is something truly honest about my ink. I am forced to own my life and my experiences and I fall in Love with them all over again. The melodramatic artist at heart, I find them to be almost a transparent look into what I carry within. Like a scar from the inside out, they tell a story about who I was and what I went through at a certain moment in time. If nothing else, maybe they’ll give me some sort of instant street cred with my grandkids.
One of these days, I’ll have to share some of my stories with you. In the meantime, I hope you may continue to weave meaning-filled stories of your own.
All my Love,