Tattoo

On Friday, I had my first tattoo. I say ‘first’ because I’d already to decide to have another one before this one was even finished.

It was a birthday present from Herbert, although my birthday was way back in September. It took us this long to arrange it. If I was going to mark myself for life, I wanted to make sure that just the right person did the job.

He was worth waiting for. It is quite the most lovely tattoo I have ever seen. Well, it was. It’s now going through its scaly, wrinkly phase, but I’m assured it will be gorgeous again in a couple of weeks. Already, fragments are peeling away to reveal the true image underneath.

It feels like emerging from a chrysalis. Underneath is a miraculous new layer, clear and beautiful. I am resolutely not picking at it, but it’s hard. I’m almost euphoric about it, this feeling of owning my own skin. I’ve wanted to do this for years, but always wondered whether I’d change my mind. Getting my tattoo is an act of stating that I know myself, and that I trust myself to make good choices.

Here it is when it was still nice and fresh. I chose a swallow because I love watching them swooping around every summer. No puns, please.

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13 thoughts on “Tattoo

  1. You’re completely wise. I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t be utterly anal about making sure your tattooist is perfect. But then I’m a bit like that!

  2. I love it! I too chose a bird as part of my first tattoo (okay, so I haven’t gotten my next one yet, but I totally know what I want. It’s just a matter of money, because I also am very picky about just who does this sort of permanent work on my body.)

  3. Of course you do realise that no matter how fabulous they are when they emerge from their scabby cocoon they are *never* quite the same as when freshly done. That’s part of the addiction. :)

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