Tattoo

I don't think I ever blogged about my finished tattoo, it's probably because I'm an anxious freak and because when I got over the anxiety, I forgot.

My first sitting, she didn't get finished, pretty much but not 100% done. The next day it fucking hurt, like a lot. I was exhausted and a little weirded out. I had this massive blue arm and she was inky, really really inky.

I wasn't getting awesome feedback either, people were sort of just like 'ooh' and that was it. It made me self conscious, people would ask 'why' and others would just ignore it. I don't need other people's approval but this was a big thing, I needed confirmation that I had made a good choice.

When she got finished it was fine, no pain, only an hour and I was fine the next day, weird.

It took a lot of getting used to, not so much when I looked in the mirror but I was super aware of it when I was out of the house, with seb, sleeveless.
I thought people were looking at me, judging me. I look, probably, too young to have a child as it is and now I have a massive tattoo on my arm. I just assumed people that I was irresponsible and were judging me.
I cried over it more times then I'd like to admit but I'm done now. I love how it turned it, the fact that I have a tattoo does not make me a bad mother or a thug etc.

When I stopped caring what people thought and stopped assuming they were judging me I felt normal again, in my eyes people started saying hello to me in the street again, they started welcoming me into stores and talking to Seb in the stroller.

It was a massive adjustment, I didn't realize how big before I got it done. I'm glad I did though, I've grown as a person and realized I can't please everyone. Haters gonna hate.