InkedUp

I have always loved tattoos, as a kid I'd drew on my arms with permanent marker and pretend they where tattoos, but mum would always yell at me and say that I'd get ink poisoning. I use to get the freddo frog tattoos and stick them everywhere. I never thought of how much it might hurt, the consequences of getting them or what I wanted all I knew is that I was getting one.

In the past year I really started thinking about it and I knew one I was getting no matter what was R.I.P Grandad because I am so close to him and a lot of people say not to but I'm getting it on the bottom of my neck. and there's 2 quotes that I want one of them is " it's not the size of the dog in the fight it's the size of the fight in the dog " and the other is " life asked death why do people love me but hate you, death responded because your a beautiful lie and I'm a painful truth " there my two favorite quotes.

Now to the story about my first tattoo, me and my family where going to Bali and we were on the plane we were about 20 minutes from landing and I just tout to myself I want a tattoo now. My mum hates tattoos and dad got them when he was 15 so I thought I could get lucky here but dad got his lasered off so I didn't know. I asked mum and she straight away said your dreaming but then I asked dad and he said just Waite until we get into the hotel and we will talk about it. We got to the hotel room and dad said yes but mum was still no, I tried for 4 days and although she wasn't happy about it she gave in.

My little brother was talking to the pool attendant and he got me a place on a side street that was cheep but trustable. I went there and showed the guy the design and the guy drew it up. Mum stormed out and didn't want to know about it so she went to a restaurant and dad followed shortly after. The guy put it on and he got under way. It didn't hit me until I heard the buzzing of the gun and that's when I thought I was in over my head and as soon as it hit my skin I was hurting and because of the detail of the wings it was just repetitive stinging. It felt like a constant bee sting and I didn't know how to deal with it. I had a bottle of water and I was biting that, I was pinching my self, I was punching myself and I tried everything but it was just hurting.

At the end of it when he put the glad rap over it I was so releaved and I had finally got my first tattoo. Mum now says it looks good and I've still got to tell my nan and grandad but my 2 older cousins have them and they haven't said anything to the grandparents but my nan knows about 1 of my cousins because she saw it but I want to be respectful and tell them and not let the find out another way. I have never regretted getting it and I never will but I believe to get a tattoo you have to have meaning and this definitely has meaning to me.