my skin ; my story

As of right this very minute me and my lovely boyfriend are sitting in the computer lab, rushing to complete assignments so that our mid terms grades will be up to par. I was telling him how about our blogs and how they are kind of a pain in the ass, but how I am actually getting something out of it. He asked what they could be about and I told him anything, he then told me that I need to stop complaining because it is the easiest assignment he’s ever heard.  I guess he’s right, but that still didn’t give me any ideas.  

However we are the type of couple that actually talks about how our days went, and the things we learned in class. For some reason he remembers me telling him about the time in class were Nicole showed us her tattoo, and based off of her location and the words we had to describe her. It does make sense to me why he remembers this story because he is one of those Philly boys, who has tattoos all over the place. I remember that day because after I told him about my day, he proceeded to explain all 7 of his tattoos to me.  And when I asked what I should blog about he said “tattoos” so I started….

He and I are both into the tattoo thing, and even though I only have two, I have a lot more planned, but I’m a broke college kid. But as he started to explain each tattoo to me, I started thinking even though he doesn’t see it how I see it, all of his tattoos tell his own creative story. Whether it be the hood that he has come from, or his grandmother passing. Every tattoo has its own story behind it.

Both my tattoos have their own stories, and both have personal meaning behind them that I rather not share at this point in time, however I started thinking about my naked body. Not in the sexual way. But my naked body as an empty story book, and I have all the ink in the world to fill it up with my own tattoos and stories.

The first tattoo I would get would be “unbreakable”. I would get that right over my heart.  I have been exposed and experienced to so many things in my life, and I could have cracked from any of them. I have been hurt and my heart has been broken but here I am 19 years still standing, and my heart beats on.

My next tattoo would be all the people that have ever done me wrong. I would get them on my feet, because honestly the people that have hurt you the most are the ones that made you the strongest and have taught you the most lessons. All my ex boyfriends that have cheated on me and teachers that have made me feel like I wasn’t good enough, remind me to take one step at a time and things will get better.

Another tattoo I would get would be all my best friends, my parents and my boyfriends name on the outline of my ribcage, because they are the bones and pieces that keep me together.

I’m sure I could go on and on, about where I would place other tattoos. But I am still young, and my naked body has a lot of more people to encounter, a lot of more struggles to overcome, and a lot of skin left waiting to be inked up . . .