The human body is a blank canvas. Pure, beautiful skin. Untouched or scarred, the human body makes for a perfect white slate, with endless possibilities. I find tattoos to be extraordinary. You are altering the look of your skin. Essentially, you’re personalizing your beautiful body to illustrate who you are, who you aspire to be, your flaws, your strengths, your memories, your wishes. The possibilities are as limited as your imagination. What I admire most about tattoos are the stories behind them. Some people get tattoos for the sake of having one, because it looks cool, because you wanted to fit in. Some people get tattoos to tell a story, relive a memory, or honor an event of the past. I myself, have two tattoos.
My first tattoo, I got in my first year of university when I was 18 years old. I was sitting at my desk, studying. Unfortunately, the subject was chemistry. I have a love/hate relationship with chemistry. If we’re talking about chemical principles, chemistry has no room in my heart or in my brain. Organic chemistry on the other hand, give me more. Anyway, I was studying for a chemical principles term test (chemical principles refers to ice tables, equilibrium, equations, math, etc.). I was doing practice problems and couldn’t quite get with the program. After a few hours, and a mental breakdown quickly approaching, my phones music app randomly turned on (my phone had some water damage and certain apps would turn on and off on their own). As I was ready to give up, I hear:
Rise up this mornin’, Smile with the risin’ sun
Three little birds, pitch by my doorstep
Singing sweet songs, of melodies pure and true
Sayin’, this is my message to you-ou-ou
Don’t worry, ’bout a thing
‘Cause every little thing, is gonna to be alright
Within seconds, I felt myself become calm, like all my troubles have gone away. I felt like I could finally breathe. It was ok that chemistry was besting me, I’ll simply take a step back, relax, and try again in a few hours. With my free time, I went to the tattoo parlour and got three little birds tattooed on my rib cage.
My second tattoo was not quite as moving as my first. I got my second tattoo they day of a former friends birthday. She wanted to get her very first tattoo and, since I was the only one of her friends who had one, I tagged along for the fun. She got a tiny heart tattooed on the side of her ring finger. I got an outline of a triangle in blue. Doesn’t seem like much, but it means the world to me. As someone who was bullied, teased, had little to no friends growing up, it reminds me of how much I’ve changed throughout the years. Change happens. It can be good, it can be bad, but at least something new in your life is happening. For those of you who don’t know, a triangle is the scientific symbol for change (also known as Delta). I got it in blue because that’s my favourite colour. However, this tattoo is unfinished. When i find the time to go back to the tattoo parlour, I’m adding a simple arrow right through the middle of the triangle. My one friend told me why she got her arrow tattoo. When you use a bow and arrow, you pull the arrow back before it lunges forward. Symbolizing, life can pull you backwards, but that’s because it’s about to shoot you into something even better.
I have many more tattoo ideas lined up however, my parents are very anti-tattoo. Why? Unfortunately, I have no good enough answer for that because I truly don’t know. At some point in my life I thought about how they think that I wont be hired because of how a boss might judge my tattoo. Which is understandable, except for all my tattoos are hidden and out of sight. I once believed it might be due to the fact that tattoos are permanent, and I may one day regret having drawn all over myself in ink. My actions, my mistakes, my regrets, they all make me who I am and I would never change that for the world.
If you have a tattoo, I would love to hear about the story behind it in the comments!