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To tattoo, or not to tattoo? I vote yes. Absolutely. In favor of. For. Unopposed.
Lately I’ve been getting quite political; (I go through stages) but don’t worry, I wouldn’t tattoo something on myself that’s not of permanent meaning to me. Right now, I’m a bleeding blue Democrat, but I’m not about to get a big fat donkey tat on my left cheek.
Tattoos are a form of expression; of artwork. For me, it’s a way to make a permanent statement, like my fingerprint, about my beliefs. It’s either tattoos, or update my Facebook status….
Obviously I’m not the first to think of this as a form of art and expression, or I’d be the creator of tattoo parlors. I wish my reasoning didn’t sound so cliché, that it’s an “expression,” but it’s no different from dancing, or painting, or writing. Can it be my muse?
My tattoos are spiritually based. I have some scripture, and have other things that my creator, the great God himself made, like the stars to represent heaven, and flowers to represent beauty and this earth life. These things are very much so a part of me.
In the future I’d like to tattoo my mom’s and dad’s signature on me. I probably wouldn’t post it for all to see, so no white-collar criminal steals their identity. Crazy goons.
Not me, and not my real tattoo. -Image by topgoldenglobeartisttattoo.blogspot.com-
Those tattoos might not be spiritually based, but my parents are my world (well, really, my husband is… but the love for parents is a different love). I am who I am because of my parents. I might have turned out opposite of what they hoped and dreamed, but I am still so proud to be their daughter.
I am practically a walking figurine of my dad. We have the same personality, similar outlooks, similar mannerisms. My mom is the center of my world as a daughter. She’s my mom… need I explain more?
My parents had me when they were over 40 years old. Do the math. I’m 25… and I know that this life is temporary for all of us. I’d love to keep them with me permanently.
Again, not me, not my tattoo. I don't have "man" arms. -Image by tattootribal-johnsmith.blogspot.com-
My tattoos are mostly bible verses from the book of Psalms. I’ve always loved Psalms, as they seem so elegant and artistic. They speak to my heart, just like my parents do.
I love you, Mom and Dad.
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I love mine…and am in the process of designing at least two more.
alas, money needs have this stalled–college for the daughter…
but, I look forward to the day!
We all reflect Jesus and His love and grace differently…
tattoos? Bring them on!
blessings
jane
Glad you grasp it like I do.
You are brave! I have thought (and talked myself out) of getting a tattoo FOREVER. I always seem to back down for fear I’ll change my mind once it’s too late!
Tori- On the contrary, every time I leave the parlor, I always think, “I should have gotten ONE more star, ONE more flower petal, I should have made it bigger.” But I just accept what I have, and know I’ll want more later. I understand not getting anything temporary, like a political position, or a Justin Beiber face pic the size of your entire upper arm. Somethings do not change: names of children, dates from birth to death of loved ones, astrological signs, bible verses.
Maybe one day you’ll talk yourself into it.
How nice of you to honor your parents. A 20-something friend of mine has a lot of tattoos. She has educated me that there is upkeep on tattoos. Didn’t know that! Like anything on your skin, with exposure to the sun colors of tattoos can fade. She gets her tattoos that are brilliant in color, re-colored from time to time. I used to hate tattoos. With more visual exposure to them, as with everything, they are not as offensive as before. If I got one it would be a winding vine like one on my foot/big toe.
I’m a fickle person, and I often thought to myself that if I got a tattoo, I’d come to regret it. I have thought of getting one having to do with my mother though. Despite having lost her battle to breast cancer two and a half years ago, she still remains the most important person in my life and my best friend. Anything that incorporates her, I’d never regret.