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I love my little tattoo. 

I love to look at it. 

I love to touch it. 

I love the meaning behind it. 

I love it when it peeks through my long sleeve shirts and I see the top of it. 

I love when people see it. 

I love to talk about it. 

I love that it makes me happy. 

I, strangely, love remembering the discomfort I felt as it was being permanently marked on me. 

I have other tattoo ideas I might get in the future.

But for now, I love my two little tattoos; my wrist one and my ear one.

mi primer tatuaje

(my first tattoo)

A lot of people don’t like tattoos. My parents are included among those people. They don’t have anything against people who have them; they don’t look at them differently; they just don’t like tattoos. And that’s fine. I, on the other hand, went to school with people who were fond of them. Thus, I grew an appreciation toward them, regardless of all the negative things circulating the world of tattoos. I’m not gonna explain what tattoos mean to me. Everyone has their own definition and it is theirs to keep. Same thing with the meaning behind tattoos. Some people don’t even have meanings for their tattoos; just reasons. I am not advocating or pushing for anyone to get them either. It is your body. What I am gonna say is: if you are thinking about getting one, please do be cautious and think about it long and hard. Don’t be impulsive. Research.

MFT1

I got two:

I usually don’t put watermarks in my pictures, but people tend to steal tattoo photos quite often, so.

It hurt a little. Not much. I am so happy with the results.

 

Happy Wednesday friends!

–diana