All my life I was taught that keeping my skin “pure” was the right way to do things. A tattoo was a BIG no-no so I would always tell my friends that I would never be so stupid to put something on me that I could never take off. I’m the type of person who gets tired of certain things and wants to change it up from time to time, making me unsure of how I would feel once I got one. Now that I think back I’ve probably thought about getting them in places I wouldn’t dare doing today like a “tramp-stamp” (if you wanna call it that), a boob-tat, and even the inside of my palm. Who was I kidding at the time huh?
Once I became a mother is when I started reconsidering it, I thought about how impossible it was for me to ever get tired of something so unconditional. These two human beings changed my life by making me a more stronger, independent, positive person and I couldn’t ask for any better blessing than them. Immediately I started doing research and putting idea in my head together, for now I only have their names but I do intend on adding to the image with more stuff so I’ll be sure to keep you posted when I do.
Here’s a look at my first tattoo experience which was definitely a painful process, but completely bearable. You guy’s weren’t kidding when you said the ribs were the worst. With pain come pleasure..
I couldn’t be any happier with the results, and it funny because most times I forget that its there until I am getting in or out of the shower. Can’t wait until the next session!
Photo Credits : @blackgirlnamedbrown on INSTAGRAM