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It’s just another work of art

2 Oct

At 3:50PM on Monday 1st October, I welcomed baby number 4 and baby number 5 to the family yesterday afternoon. No, not twins. The newest members of my tattoo family were inked.
If I was in a line up, and someone was asked to pick who would have a tattoo, I’d say odds on I wouldn’t be picked. I’m normally wearing pretty little dresses, I don’t look ‘hard’ or ‘punk’, I enjoy Twilight, and Xfactor and silly programs. I look like a candidate that would cry if I felt the prick of a needle, and only likes cuddling very fluffy kittens.

The prejudice against people with tattoos very much lives on. My tattooist yesterday, a lovely lady with a 17 year old son and a 13 year old daughter, had tattoos everywhere – even on her palm which I can’t imagine how much that hurt. When choosing the area to have my tattoos, I asked if my heart tattoo could move a little bit closer towards my hand. She refused to do it. She said that any half decent tattoo parlours will not tattoo on hands. The reason why? Because of the prejudices that are still alive and well in the UK today. My mumsy tattooist said that people won’t actually sit next to her on the bus because of what she looks like, and she didn’t want that to happen towards me. She pointed out, and unfortunately I agree, employers will frown on visible tattoos which could greatly effect my chances of getting a job in the future. It’s sad but true. Does a tattoo have any effect on my ability to work? No. My ambition? No. My work effects? No.

Having a tattoo does not change me whatsoever. I was asked why I have tattoos. And it took me awhile to answer. But in the end, my tattoos all symbolise something that is important to me, things that I always want to keep in mind. They are for myself, and not for anyone else. If anything they make me a better person because I’ve always got reminders of what is important.
And to be honest, if someone can stick a toilet in the middle of a white room and call it art, then so are tattoos.
Tattoo number 1 – Fairy Queen – Midsummer nights dream – what can I say – I love that play.

Tattoo numer 2  – half moon and stars – because I always believed that if I wished hard enough I would get the roller skates I wanted. 18 years later and I did.

Tattoo number 3  – apple blossom – to always remember my Mum and my home that I loved.

Tattoo number 4- simple heart, so that even when I’m at my most cynical, I don’t forget that I’ve always believed in romance and to always follow my heart and never to settle for less.

Tattoo number 5 – birds – to remember to never be dependant on anyone, that I am fine and happy on my own, and to always be free.

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