It took a long time for my perspective to adjust. Even when my brother got one, I thought, "Pffff, foolish!" I didn't see it as a mode of expression, just something that lay somewhere between self-mutilation and violation.
However, over the last few years, I started wanting one: a dove on my wrist. Nothing else. Nowhere else.
So I guess my point here (mostly explained for the sake of my poor mother who is slightly distraught over this) is that it's not about wanting a tattoo. Or it wasn't for me at least. It's more about what it means to me. This little bird, to me, represents my freedom, my peace of mind. It makes me smile when I look at it, not because I was drunk when I got it or because I got it during my "wild child" years, but because I'm freaking awesome and I'm gonna do awesome things. And this tattoo is there to remind me just that.
Don't worry mom, I'm not getting a motorcycle now.
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