For many years, I always said… “If I ever weigh less than 150 pounds, I’m going to get a tattoo”
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Because the whole idea of that was just ridiculous, right? 150? Hah!
So now, I find myself pondering, for the first time semi-seriously, the concept of getting a tattoo.
A permanent piece of artwork embedded in my skin. Never to be removed (short of work with a laser).
What kind of thing might be a thing I would want to press into my flesh?
Not a flower or a bird or some other random symbol that is pretty but ultimately means nothing personal to me.
Not a character or a logo… these things, no matter how much we love them at the time, tend to pass. (witness how much I used to adore Bugs Bunny… but I don’t think I’d want him emblazoned on my shoulder.)
I have no cool “heritage” to exploit. No tribal or native background. The ancestors are almost universally French… no real “design-y” things there. I mean, sure I have a single native American or Gaelic person in the family tree here and there, but nothing that I would say has influenced my upbringing to a “people”.
So there are a couple of things in my life that I love. My husband, my dog… but I don’t think I want someone’s face tattoed on me.
Sure, I do the derby thing, but I think I’d want more than just a few months with a hobby before I determine to make a lifetime mark.
So I just don’t know.
I have a sister with a hummingbird tattooed on her foot.
A sister with a pair of cherries on her butt and what used to be a rose on her abdomen (two kids ruined that one).
A niece with a star on her back, a vine up her side, another star on her hand. But do those things mean anything to them? Besides decoration?
Maybe I am reading to much into the whole “tattoo” thing. Maybe it CAN just be pretty.
I like to hike. A woodland thing? I like to bike. I like to skate. I like to read books. And take pictures. Hmmm… I suppose if I were totally honest with myself about my favorite things, I’d get a tattoo of a great big piece of chocolate cake with ice cream.
Hmmm… now that might be an idea.
So… those of you with the tattoos out there… do they have “meaning”? or are they just pictures? How’d you pick them? How’d you know this was something you wanted irreversibly in your life?
Maybe I should just get “This is my tattoo” put somewhere.