I’ve been craving a carving to bear.
An image. So carefully knitted in our skin that reminds us of our loved ones and where we come from.
But there is a fear that lurks when thinking about this image to be worn forever. I have seen too many “Botched” episodes where many people become infected with a skin-tearing disease. I’m not a pirate.
And, so I talked about it and talked about it.
Once I turned 21, it was likely but, commitment and finances got be down.
Now I am a quarter of a century, ready to show the world what I am made of.
The other day, I had a discussion with my boyfriend about him buying me a tattoo for my birthday. He has been griping about how I don’t have one yet. And so I ponder…


