A piece of me

I remember always thinking it was funny when people would tell me I would regret my tattoo.

Growing up I used to always hate my back, it was the body part that I could just never tone,

and it just never seemed to look how I wanted it too –

no matter what I did or how hard I worked out, I wasn’t happy with what I saw in the mirror.

Fast forward to a few years later and I learned that you have to eat correctly AND work out,

you can’t just do one or the other in order to get the results you want 😉 

but that’s not the point of this post.

Since getting my tattoo, my back is now my favorite part of my body.

[Physically of course]

I’ve gone through A LOT the last couple of years, a lot that no one knows about.

 I’ve learned and grown,

i’ve changed, and transitioned, and learned lots of lessons.

Even though it’s just ink, that tattoo is a piece of me.

It represents my sweet uncle who I lost and miss so much.

But not only that, it represents a version of me. 

There are so many people that see life in black and white, 

and I can be honest and say that I was one of those people a year or two ago.

But goodness gracious, there is sooooo much gray in between all that black and white.

And I like to think that this little tattoo not only helps me to remember my uncle, 

but it also helps me to see life in a completely different way than I did before.

It’s not some trend that i’m going to hate when I have kids one day.

It’s a part of my past, my present and my future,

and hell am I glad that I got it!


1 Comment

  1. December 6, 2016 / 5:46 pm

    I have had a few family members and friends tell me that I am going to regret my tattoos, but I got each one for a reason. A reason that I want to carry with me throughout the rest of my life. I love your tattoo!

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