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!
I am my biggest critic, always, the first one to point out my mistakes, my flaws, my imperfections. I think I forget how much I have done for myself, how much I have fought to be here, how many times I had to pick myself up and start it all over again. Only I know everything I have gone through, and only I know how hard it was to become the person I am today, so I should be proud of that person. I am proud of that person, I am proud of me. And you should definitely have this talk with yourself one of those days, pat yourself on the back and say “you did it, it’s amazing”. Be more proud of who you are, love yourself more! You are worth it!