Why do I want one so bad? What is it about getting inked for me, and not so much about what I’m getting inked, that has such appeal? Why has it been so hard for me to decide what and where?
Because the very act of getting inked is symbolic. The process is saying ‘this is my body’ and the tattoo, whatever it is, will remind me of that self-acceptance.
I hated my body and myself for too long, directed too much anger inward; that’s why getting tattooed has such appeal to me, why it has grown in appeal. With each day that I wake up knowing, feeling that I am really alive inside I want to make a mark celebrating that emotion. Knowing this, I just need to find a symbol that I love. I am currently thinking the back of my neck, something simple, sexy and black–perhaps the Ohm symbol.
