July 25th 2013, the day I got my first tattoo! After so much asking for it, so much thinking, daydreaming, I finally got it! At the peak of my 17 years of age, leaving home to go to college, all I could think about was “freedom”. Today, 43 tattoos later, I think I can finally say that I became what I wanted the most: the tattooed woman that isn’t afraid to express herself and show her marks and her feelings on her skin. If I regret any of them? NEVER! Many of those tattoos were seen as rebel acts and treated as such, so I pride myself in each one that I carry with me, because I am the only one who knows how much I fought to get the FREEDOM of owning my own body. If I would change any? Maybe someday, but regret it? NEVER!