so today i went under the needle again. this time for something small, something feminine, something for me, unlike most of my tattoos.
today i got a black heart tattoo on the nape of my neck. the whole event took less than 30 seconds, or at least i’m told by my tattooist. the symbol of so much human complexity was done in less than a minute and yet, i feel fulfilled.
the small tattoo, less than an inch in diameter is something i had wanted for a long time. something so sincere, unabashed has taken me a long time to allow to come to being.
not afraid of other elements of my life, this simple design has come to give me something tangible to equate to part of my life.
as of late, i read an article on pop sensation and tabloid dream Amy Winehouse. something so beautiful, so groundbreaking didn’t come from a life with a silver spook. it came from a life that has known heartbreak, disappointment, great passion and great mistakes. it’s this that makes us grow.
this little bit of ink has come to symbolize all this for me. and now, it will be a visual reminder for the rest of my life. a prosaic embodiment of human life, love and loss.
so what if my hair hides it from most? who cares if its monocolor elicits flippant glances from others. this one is mine.
