My First Tattoo and the Dozen that Followed

I never thought that I’d get a tattoo. Firstly, I grew up surrounded by people who were very damning of them, but also I am a super wimp when it comes to pain. At least I thought I was. As it turns out, I’m pretty good at managing pain, and I have fallen in love with collecting tattoos. I have found that as a person who suffers from anxiety tattoos have helped me to feel more at home in my own skin. The more tattoos I get the greater control I have over my body. I have also found that the pain of getting a tattoo has helped me to work through a lot of things I couldn’t before.

All of this aside, I think that tattoos are a beautiful way of expressing yourself, of showing the world who you are, and they can be perfect gifts of self love. Not only do I love getting tattoos, I have also started hand poking and you can see examples of my work here. My first tattoo in March this year was a single dot hand poked by Hakeem, and it means so much to me because it was the start of a life I never dreamed I could have. That single dot tattoo has led up to my own self poked ‘H’ tattoo for my wonderful fiancé, Hakeem, who agreed to be stuck with me forever in July this year.

Here is my collection as of Friday the 7th September 2018.

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