I never wanted to be like anyone else. As a child, my biggest idol was Boy George. Most 8 year olds had no idea who he was. I remember singing and dancing to Karma Kameleon in my 3rd grade talent show. Most of my classmates were very confused as to what was going on. Throughout the years, I experimented a lot with my style. Some days I had pink hair, then the next it would be purple and eventually I just chopped it all off into a faux hawk. My makeup was always full of bright colors or dark liners Then the piercings started and soon after…tattoos.
Although my style has tamed down a bit, the ink continues to expand. That, in my opinion, is one of the truest forms of self expression. I look back at each piece of artwork I have on me and it always takes me to that moment in my life. I think about where I was at the time and what I was going through. Every piece of mine has a story resulting in who I’ve become. Sure, I will always get those sideways looks or negative comments about my ink, but I never let that bother me. I have no regrets whatsoever.
I’ve heard the phrase: “If your body is your temple, why not paint the walls?” I absolutely agree. Why not? I refuse to blend into the world. I will always be bright and colorful and I will never let anyone make me feel bad about the way I choose to express myself. This is me.