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Weakened Strength

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As with every other tattoo I have gotten, I’m sick. I’m achy and tired and nauseous and I don’t understand why I keep putting myself through this. I can’t stand how sensitive my body is with everything, but it does cut my healing time in half because it’s always trying to heal itself.

I absolutely love everything about my tattoos. Thinking about what I want to making the appointment and getting it done. Even waiting for it to heal is exciting, because each day is one day closer to it being completely finished. I just can’t stand how sick it makes me. I know I have at least another 3 days, and I’m hoping this time will go by quickly.

I’m going to get some rest, and shorten my recovery period even more. I hope everyone had a lovely Monday and sleeps well tonight!

Beauty is Pain

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I know what you’re going to ask…. “Paige, why is the main picture of you lying down with your shirt on backwards?” Well, kind reader, I got another tattoo! I spent my Sunday afternoon face down with a needle in my back. In that picture, I look like I’m in pain, which I was and still am, but the result was worth it!

new tattoo

My tattoo is of forget-me-nots, based off of a painting by Mary Walcott. This is my 6th tattoo, and by far the most painful. I absolutely love forget-me-not flowers. They’re flowers are tiny and sweet, and hold a very special place in my heart as far as flowers are concerned.

Forget-me-nots make me feel not so insignificant. If such a tiny flower can thrive and grow, I can, too. I will not be forgotten, nor disregarded. They remind me that even though I have experienced a lot of loss, that the memories will live on. Outside of the deeper meaning they have for me, they’re blue and I absolutely love blue!

When I got my first tattoo (which I will go into in another post), I swore to myself that I would never get another one. Now that I’m here waiting for my most recent one to heal, I love all of my tattoos. They have given me confidence to love my body.

Did I ever think I would be 22 with blue hair and tattoos? No, not in 3 lifetimes, but I’m finally able to hold my head high and love myself.