“My body is my journal and my tattoos are my story.” – Johnny Depp.
I decided I would write a blog post about tattoos tonight; It is a very controversial subject. Many people believe that tattoos ruin your life as it decreases your chances for job opportunities and such. I have even seen people state on social media that if you have tattoos on your body this suggests you are not a fit mother, or parent rather. Other people believe tattoos define you as a person and can have a positive influence in your life. Johnny Depp, a highly successful actor, producer and musician, believes that this is the case. He feels very strongly about his tattoos – as shown in the quote in the introduction of this blog – and many other people feel the same.
Personally, I have 7 tattoos (4 of which I got under-age). I do not regret any of them as they all have a meaning and I had a reason for originally getting them inked on to my body. I will post some photographs of all of my tattoos at the end of this blog post. I believe tattoos are intriguing and wonderful works of art. I do not judge a person that is covered in them; nor do I judge individuals who are against them – it is simply a life choice. That’s what makes the world so special. Each and every one of us is all so different. We all enjoy different things in life. Some people believe having certain things tattooed on their body is a comfort or a luxury; others may not. In this day and age, I believe people are becoming more accepting of tattoos and it is becoming more and more common.
I’m interested: what are your thoughts on tattoos? Do you believe that it should suppress you from job opportunities and such, in this day and age? Do you think they define a person – and make them more interesting? I’m eager to hear your opinions.
I was 14, or 15, when I got my first tattoo. I got the word ‘Gran’ on the inside of my left wrist. My Gran McElhinney (as you may, or may not know, as I write about her regularly in my blog posts) passed away last year – when I was 18. It broke my heart. It is a comfort to me that she was able to witness my tattoo and know how highly I held her in my heart. She was my favourite person. Whenever I look at my wrist now it is a reminder of the most beautiful, wonderful lady that was such a vital and positive part of my life. I believe that is a blessing. Another tattoo that I got, when I first turned 18, was two big roses up my right thigh. I had two freckles on my leg (which I could not stand looking at) so I decided to get them covered up. What better way to do so than to get two massive roses up my leg? Roses are beautiful. I’ve had this tattoo for almost two years and I am still really glad I got it; it helps me feel a little bit more confident about my legs as I’m totally insecure about them. Many people, believe it or not, get tattooed as a result of insecurity. It’s incredible. A quote, which I love, about roses is: “Even the most beautiful rose has been through the dirt.”
When it comes to getting a tattoo many people are put off by the ‘pain’. Personally, it does not bother me. Infact I rather enjoy getting tattooed – it’s therapeutic. Perhaps I’m just strange; I always look forward to going to get a tattoo. I think (but don’t quote me on this) that you can purchase numbing creams, and things like that, before going for a tattoo. It’s amazing what you can get nowadays. I imagine this would ease the pain but I’m really not sure. However, part of the experience of getting tattooed is feeling the pain, so I would try and omit using this.
Anyway, I just wanted to do a quick post before the weekend. I look forward to hearing your stories about tattoos. Have a fantastic weekend!
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“My body is my journal and my tattoos are my story.” – Johnny Depp.
I slept like a baby last night. My head hit the pillow and I was away – for the first time in a long time – may I add. It felt magnificent.
Sunday: A day of rest. I have sure had plenty of that today. I was hungover this morning so I had a totally lazy day to recover and my boyfriend and I ordered a takeaway, chilled out, and watched some films. It has been lovely – and certainly required. I think an early night is in order for this evening. Hopefully tomorrow I will wake up as fresh as a daisy!
Today I spent a few hours at the gym with my friend Megan. Both of us had endured a restless’ night sleep so we were ready for an intense workout today. I’ve took a photograph of myself in a sports bra (before the gym) as I want to set myself goals to strive and become toned for summer. Although my main reason for attending the gym is to help me mentally; it will be positive if I can have a physical progress too from my regular visits. I am going to try and take photos of myself every now and again to see if I can notice any difference in myself. We shall see. Only time well tell – and hard work. I really should have brushed my hair in the photo or at least changed out of my pyjamas – but I had literally just rolled out of my bed and took this photo. It isn’t the most flattering, I must admit, but you get my drift.
The main thing I wanted to blog about today was what an abnormal start to the day I had. Basically last night I was awake for hours thinking of my Gran McElhinney (who passed away in March 2015). I was trying so hard to sleep but I just could not get her out of my head. After tossing and turning for ages, I decided to get up and do something productive to ease my mind. I began writing a poem about my Gran followed by me reading over blogs I had previously written about her. I was rather upset. I guess it was just a build up of being too strong for too long. My gran has been gone for almost a year now and not a day goes by where I don’t miss her. This morning, I know this sounds crazy, but I believe I received a sign from my Gran. It has left me feeling utterly dumbfounded and amazed. Is she trying to tell me something? Or does she just want me to know she’s there, watching over me? I don’t know. I would really like to visit a physic. I know that it was definitely my Gran trying to communicate with me – there is absolutely no way that it was just coincidence or just by chance – it was her – for sure.
Let me tell you what happened: My boyfriend had left to drive to work this morning. In the back of his car is an old radio (and I mean an absolutely ancient radio) that we stumbled across a while ago whilst clearing out his father’s garage. Alastair and I thought it might be worth something one day and that we would hold on to it. However it wasn’t working very well at the time – it would need fixed up a bit. Anyway, this morning my boyfriend was driving to work and all of a sudden “You’re the first, my last, my everything” by Barry White came blaring out of this old radio in the back of his car. He was shocked. This song is an important song. My gran held this song very dear to her heart, whenever she heard it she would tell me that my Papa (who passed away several years ago) was present. In the funeral parlour, on my Gran’s deathbed, this song was played on repeat for an hour whilst we all said our final goodbyes. This song symbolises my Gran in every way possible. I don’t know how on earth that radio randomly turned on by itself in the back of my boyfriend’s car and it was specifically that song that came on. I know, without a doubt, that my Gran done it though. I’m having such a difficult time at the moment and it’s comforting to know that she is watching over me and sending me signs.
The weather here is awful today. I’m glad to be home; I got soaked in the rain. I haven’t even changed out of my gym gear yet as I have been desperate to blog about my Gran since it happened this morning. It was such a beautiful gesture. I’m so glad it happened.