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,Β 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 fiancΓ©, Hakeem, who agreed to be stuck with me forever in July this year.

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