I spent years thinking about my first tattoo. The main thing that kept me from doing it was the fear from disapproval from my parents, mostly my father. I was well into my adulthood when one day I realized that I could not go through life with the burden of living up to my parents’ expectations.
This came as a crushing epiphany when during a trip back to my hometown I was introduced to someone as Al’s daughter. I am not ready to talk about him today, but he was not a nice man, and somehow being labeled has her daughter was the final straw that I needed. I realized that I was my own person, and that the time had come for my to live my life the way I wanted to. That very same night I got my first tattoo. A very small demon in a discrete place. Hiding, lurking, waiting to come out.