@gouldhallie
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I always assumed I’d get a tattoo.
@gouldhallie
My parents might call that a mistake, something to be wary of because we’re all constantly changing.
But to me, it’s beautiful.
I pulled references from art, clothing, Instagramseverything.
But I never found myself taking any further action.
I resolved for a while that if I really wanted it, I would have already gotten it.
I was admiring it while we ate, jealous she had the gumption to go through with it.
I’m infamously indecisive, worrying about every last detail before making any important decision.
“Should I just get my tattoo tomorrow?”
I asked her, to which she quickly nodded her head.
In about three minutes he was done.
I looked down at my new forever-accessory, beaming with pride.
When people ask, I tell them it’s a celebration of the female form.
It’s a simply put explanation and doesn’t require a lot of follow-up questions.
Though, the real meaning is a bit more complicated.
So, yes, my tattoo is a celebration of the female form.
But it’s also shining a light on my progress, a constant reminder as I continue through recovery.
But the scars remained and left an indelible mark on my confidence.
I went from feeling ashamed of my breast size to feeling embarrassed about the scars.
Needless to say, my body insecurities all centered around my boobs for a very long time.
So I decided to tattoo them on my arm for all to see.
So, yes, my tattoo is a celebration of the female form.
I’m really grateful for it.
This post was published at an earlier date and has since been updated.
