I’m not too sure how I ended up with so many tattoos honestly. They are my addiction. I don’t enjoy getting tattooed; I am addicted to the art.
All of my tattoos have at least one meaning. I guess my body has become my journal. There are stories in all of my tattoos of people, events, places, lessons learned. It is a way to express myself and also for me to never forget the things that are most important to me. I started getting tattooed when I turned 18 and honestly couldn’t tell you the name of every artist that has ever worked on me. I don’t even think I could count it on two hands. I have got work done by guys, girls, myself, and I have even had some brave friends who have let me tattoo on them! I couldn’t say I regret any of my work because even with that there comes memories and a story. Having had most of my work done before I had my kids…who are now 1 and 5? I forget that they are there. There are times when I think why is everyone staring at me? Most of the time people don’t ask questions but anyone who has tattoos has at least been asked once “what are you going to do when your old” my reply has always been I will be happy I lived my life the way I wanted to and wont have any regrets. I do think there are times where people assume things of me and judge me by my appearance. I’m a mother of 2, I’m employed, I don’t drink smoke or do drugs, I volunteer at my church and I try everyday to be a better person than I was the day before. Sounds cheesy I know but I have never wanted to be that normal.