Ink

Ink...not even white out can erase the mark that hides underneath. Many of us use ink as a form of expression. Art is what you may call it. It can be on paper, canvass, walls, skin, etc.. I love ink but my art is not a drawing. My art is an image in my head that stays personal to me and only me. In my mind I formulate a picture that my hands do not know how to translate, but then again why would I want it to. No one can see what I have done nor critic something that has meaning to me. It remains pure and untouched. No Who? What? When? Where? Why?. This is just how I like it.

Why must we judge the ink? It makes you and it molds you. It gives an insight to who you are. We make the decision of putting something so permanent on our body because it has meaning. We don't care what people think or what they are going to say. If it bothers them they can look away. Do we do it to be cool or to follow a trend?

The day I got my tattoo was not planned. I got out of work and met my boyfriend, who is now my husband, he wanted a tattoo of a compass on his chest. Prior to that, we discussed if I were to get one what would it be of. A Lioness. Part of the reason behind it was my maiden name Leon, which translates to Lion, and the other reason was instead of getting a lazy masculine Lion on my body I wanted the prideful respected protector. My main characteristics are that of a Lioness. When I got pregnant I really fell in love with my body art. It is positioned in a way that it is watching over my womb. Something so precious to me. I made a great decision with this one.

To sum it all up, I got a tattoo because I was living in the moment. I made sure that what I got was going to be something I was proud of and had meaning. This was ink that I now have on display to the world. If you want to judge me go right ahead. If you do not like it just look away. I did not do it to be cool or to follow a trend. I made a choice and one I am proud of.