I always knew I wanted a tattoo, but I never really went for it because I couldn't decide on what. What did I want on my body forever? And where. Where could I put it where it's generally covered up? About a year and a half ago, I started seriously thinking about it.
Words are special to me. There's so much meaning behind one simple word, that I knew my tattoo would be a script of some sort. But I didn't want anything too big, either, because when I'm older, I didn't want to worry about falling out of love with it, or it being too specific that it didn't mean anything to me anymore. I wanted to be able to grow with it.
So I chose the word "live". I hope for it to be a daily reminder that fear should never make you say no; that you should never become complacent in life; so that you never stop exploring and learning new things. A few years ago I was stuck in a life that I can't believe I was able to justify. I did nothing, I was sheltered, I never lived. When I got out of my relationship, I started to realize the world around me that I had kept out with my own barriers. It's like I opened my eyes to a new life, one that I truly wanted to experience or, well, live.
The placement was easy. Ribcage. It's hidden except when I'm naked or in a bathing suit, which made it a sort of intimate location and I wanted it to be special to me. The font, however, was another story. After seeing this font on a picture I loved, I went searching for MONTHS. I couldn't find it and resorted to Twitter. Some awesome people helped me out and we figured out what font it was. I was finally able to pull the trigger and get it done.
My newest problem? I think I've broken the seal; more tattoos, please.
