Hi everyone, hope you’re all staying well in this fresh bout of winter. I myself have inevitably caught flu so am feeling a little sorry for myself. Nevertheless I’m still here with a lovely post.
Tattoos are always a talking point, they’re no longer reserved only for hairy bikers and sailors. Everyone from my ex army serving Grandad to my my little sister has one. But does that mean they are losing significance? Whenever I see one on someone I like to know the meaning behind it, but more often nowadays especially younger people reply “I liked it” liked being the operative word.
While I’m not denying that done tastefully tattoos can be beautiful I just can’t get my head around the idea that you would get something permanently etched on your skin just because you thought it was pretty or cool. Would you buy a bag and then never buy another for the rest of your life? Of course not.
After that paragraph- or rant- I thought it only right to explain why I got my two tattoos and what they meant to me.
My first tattoo reads “It’s not how you leap, it’s how you land” with a butterfly flying away. I got the tattoo in October 2009, just a month after my very personal mental breakdown. My whole life had turned upside down and I now had to pick up the pieces and restart my own life. In a way however awful this sounds, my breakdown gave me the perspective to realise what was important in life. The lyrics are from a Gary Go song entitled Refuse to lose and simply means that it doesn’t matter what you’ve been through it’s how you recover from it. The butterfly is the symbol for my Lupus.
I got my second tattoo in March this year. It says “Remember the stars”, it’s part of a quote by Renee Yohee the inspiration for To Write Love On Her Arms. It’s told that just before Renee was entered into rehab she told her counsellor a message to others suffering the same
“Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars. The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope.”
Again this tattoo is related to my depression but it’s even more about hope, it’s a reminder that there are always good things to smile about. Often even when the best things are happening in my life I can get bogged down by one tiny thing so as this is on my left arm I can always look at it and remember. This really was the perfect tattoo, it didn’t scab or hurt, this just proves that it was completely meant to be.
I’m currently planning my next tattoo as a homage to the past year and me finally getting my chance in life but I want to be absolutely certain before I get it. I would rather have something on me for life that I loved than something imperfect of meaningless.
What about you? do you have any body art and what do they mean to you? Or are you against body art? if so why?