I’ve done a post before about tattoos, and recently saw a blogger going through and telling the story of different pieces that she’s gotten throughout the years. While I only have 9 tattoos, I have plenty more I’m wanting to get in the future. So why not start a mini series about them and the meaning behind them?
I mentioned in 14 Thing to Know Before You Get A Tattoo that I’m a supporter of meaningful and non-meaningful tattoos alike. It’s your body and your decision to get inked. If you want an in memoriam piece honoring a family member, or a pair of cherries because you’ve had one too many and why the hell not (Hi Arin)- that’s your MO. There’s this expectation that if you get a tattoo, because it’s ‘so very permanent’ that it needs some long thought out story behind it to make it worth being on your body for the rest of your life. Excuse my french, but I think that’s bullshit. Your body, your choice, your art. If you want a Chipotle burrito tattooed on your thigh, go get a f*cking burrito tat. I’m sure it’ll look badass.
That being said, this post will be for my first tattoo. This is pretty believable because it looks like hell. When I was 18 it didn’t come as a shock to anyone that I would get tattoos. I was always fascinated by my stepdad’s, and if my nose ring, lip ring, attempted gages in my ears and regular attendance at Warped Tours didn’t set it off, I’m not sure what else would. It’s a form of expression and I was all about expressing myself; I still am.
I’m not ashamed to say that my first tattoo was one of the typical cliche’s people joke about. You got it- I have a butterfly on my lower back. During my senior year of high school, one of my very closest friend’s gave me the nickname Little Butterfly- I’ve always been obsessed. In first grade my mom brought home monarch caterpillars and we watched them from little crawlers to cocoons to setting them free. It’s a memory and a love that I’ve kept most of my life, so when it came to decide on my first tattoo, I went with a butterfly. I didn’t want a monarch or the typical flutters you see, so I went with an all black whimsical little thing. Not only did this tattoo literally cost me $25 thanks to a coupon in my BGSU welcome booklet, but I overdid the post-tattoo care and it ended up uneven solid black. And yet- it’s one of my favorites.
There was a year or two that I seriously considered getting this tattoo lasered off. The local shop in BG removed tattoos for free (while taking tips) and I chewed it over for awhile. By my junior year I fell back in love with it. It’s always interesting to me that you can have ‘phases’ in life but you always come back to your true self, and I’ll always be a ‘Little Butterfly.’
What was your first tattoo? Do you regret it? What would you have done differently?