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Learning to Love My Body as a Canvas
For as long as I can remember, I loved my mother's tattoos. As a child they fascinated me, those colorful pieces of art that moved on her skin when she danced, or picked me up, or stirred something on the stove. She always seemed so happy when she was in the process of getting a new piece, and each addition to her collection seemed to represent a new piece of herself she had discovered, or something about herself she felt the need to remember.
By Falen Wilkes5 years ago in Blush
Body Art as an Act of Defiance
I’ve always had long hair. My father insisted that my sister and I never cut our hair, so we perpetually looked like Samara/Sadako from “The Ring.” My father and my mother were divorced, but at one point, they tried to make it work and she moved in with us for a short time.
By Mimi Sonner5 years ago in Blush
My Body Art
Each of my tattoos has a story. The first one I got while out with this Chic (this is what I'm going to call her in this story) I liked. She and I had been friends for several years since the beginning of Middle School. One night as adults, we decided to go out about town together. I don't remember anything else we did except the tattoo place in Downtown Orlando.
By Theresa Rios5 years ago in Blush
The Day everything changed
Hi my name is August Sonson , this tattoo on my waist means a lot to me , I got this tattoo 2 years ago in October of 2018 it says “Never forget Oct 2018”. 2 years ago in October I went through some troubling times , my grandfather was having an intense battle with cancer and I would pop in and go see him from time to time , if feed him , cut his hair , watch television with him and just talk , i kept doing that for almost a year until 1 day my sister woke me up at 7am out of my sleep to tell me that my grandfather passed away During the night I broke down , it hit me way harder than I thought it would have I was just stuck in a state of disbelief & even to this day I still haven’t come to terms with the fact that he is actually gone. After I got the news I found out my mother had already finished planning his funeral ahead of time because my grandfather told her to do so , now the day of his funeral has arrived and my mood is just terrible of course it’s a funeral after all , I didn’t even wanna be there but he wanted all of his grandchildren in attendance so I had bo choice I had to hold in my tears until I was alone or with my girlfriend she was that person that I would always lean on and I always did the same for her during troubling or stressful times , she helped me with so much for 6 years straight.
By august sonson5 years ago in Blush
Clapbacks And Tattoos
I’ve always wanted to have tattoos; I’ve always looked at people with tattoos and thought the idea of having your body covered in art was so cool. But part of me has always felt like I shouldn’t get them because of my career as a classical singer. It’s like being involved in classical music has taught me, in a way, to be afraid to get them.
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash5 years ago in Blush
Tattoo's...
The first time I thought about getting a tattoo I was 17 years old and I had convinced myself that it was necessary for me to find the PERFECT tattoo. I need to find one that would be so unique and different but that would also be a complete expression of who I was as a person and of my creativity. That is a lot to ask from a tattoo. I searched online, in magazines, in books, anywhere that had an image that could possibly be utilized as inspiration I was looking at. I searched and searched and after a few months I had given up hope of finding "the one".
By Michelle Moore5 years ago in Blush
A Waltz of Pleasure and Pain
It's a funny thing is it not; the way that pleasure and pain walk hand in hand? Ever swaying along an invisible line? How easily one crosses into the other and back again as if engaged in a type of waltz? I believe it is that dance that enchants many to the idea of a tattoo. Or, if that is not the case the first time; then it is that which brings us back time and time again. It is the craving of that tiptoe across a boundary that creates addiction. It creates that need for some ounce of pain that is within our control. The euphoria in the moments where the biological imperative asserts itself and turns that which was meant to harm us into that which fuels us forward.
By Mecca Miles5 years ago in Blush










