We would stay to the left while walking up the stairwell, afraid they would fall on us. When the warmer weather, came they would gather in corners. Hundreds upon hundreds.
There are many things I learned while at my first college, but the meaning behind my first tattoo is one I will never forget.
Sophomore year. My roommate, she was a rebel. A rebel with tattoos. Wanting to add to her collection, she convinced a mutual friend and I we needed one, too. I scrounged up sixty dollars. A lot for a poor college girl. We drove to a shop in the middle of nowhere. All I could afford was a small tattoo. Flipping through the artist's portfolio, I saw a ladybug and it took me back to that stairwell, where hundreds gathered in the corners.
My ladybug has since faded, but the memories are strong. I have added to my collection. The ladybug wasn't alone in that stairwell, and it won't be alone on me.
My green dragon flying free. Somewhere I'd like to think that they do exist.
My flowers for my children, who continue to grow like weeds. Each flower represents the month of their birth.
Finally my flowers. A safe place for my ladybug to land. A reminder that I must continue to grow as I age.
My body is a temple. A temple to worship, protect, and decorate. I often wonder what will be next and what meaning it will hold.
Write a piece in which a tattoo figures prominently. Word count - 300. I have 246.
My apologies for the poor picture quality. It's not easy to take pictures of your own body!
Concrit welcome. As well as tattoo ideas!