Hailee Elizabeth

The Beauty in Pain

I was never a stranger to tattoos. I grew up with them. My mother and my aunts were always getting tattoos when I was small, planning new artwork all the time. We are all artists. We allow our bodies to act as a canvas too. I even remember one night, walking out into the kitchen to see a stranger standing over my mother with a needle. I used to beg her to find a way to give me a tattoo too. Her reply was always simply, "Only when you're old enough." This influence led me to always have an interest in modifying my body, making myself into something uniquely me. I had gotten piercings at a young age and planned for tattoos as soon as I was able. Life never turned out as planned, though.