photos by roxy
the commitment to get a tattoo is, quite frankly, one that i have always struggled with. on the one hand i am all for self-expression and beautiful body art, but on the other hand the permanency is just too intimidating. what if i change my mind about it at some point, and end up hating myself for scarring my body for life? what if the tattoo i get is actually quite awful to begin with but i was blinded by some weird moment of judgement that led me to believe it was the #coolestthingever? i don’t know; maybe i am simply over-thinking (like i always do). i know lots of people who just dive into it — and not regret it one bit. but then again, that is perhaps a greater fear of mine: to get so enamored by it that i would never get satisfied with just one or two or three and keep adding until my whole body is covered in coloured ink.
perhaps there will come a point when i decide to just go for it…although i am inclined to think otherwise. right now, however, i am more than satisfied with these temporary ones i got — they may only mark my skin briefly but the memory sure lasts. besides, that’s what pictures are for, right?