I was messing around on Pinterest earlier, and saw a shirt that said “Dangerously Overeducated” and I have the strongest urge to go buy it for myself.
I am the proud canvas to five tattoos, and soon will have some extra letters after my name (first J.D. and then Esq. in October!) Being educated and having multiple tattoos is not mutually exclusive. Tattoos have become so much more mainstream in the last twenty years.
So, what do my tattoos mean to me?
Well, my first one is a hot mess. It’s on my foot and it says “c’est la vie” and I got it about a month after I turned 18. And honestly? I’ve contemplated having it removed. I’m not even gonna bother putting up a photo of it.
My next was a nautical star, which at home in Northern California we refer to as “NorCal Stars.” Where I’m from will always be a part of me, and will always be a part of my story, and I refuse to let myself forget it.
My third is in white ink and says “defy” — as in “Defying Gravity” from Wicked. I got this one after getting out of an emotionally manipulative relationship and finally finding myself free. The song really resonated with me, especially with the line “and nobody, in all of Oz / no wizard that there is or was / is ever gonna bring me down!” This guy is who I wrote “Someone Like You” about. Because it’s white ink, it doesn’t really photograph well, but its one of my favorites.
My fourth is an homage to my parents. It’s a Celtic knot with three sides, and there are three of us (me, mom, dad). Also, we’re SUPER British and Irish, more on that when I talk about 23andMe. I think this one was my parent’s favorite until I got my most recent one that is.
I’ve mentioned that I grew up without grandparents before. It sucks. But that’s also not entirely accurate. My grandmother on my mom’s side (Meme) passed when I was about three, so I don’t have any real memories of her, besides passed down stories from my family. But I do remember my grandfather, on my dad’s side (Grandpa). I remember the way his house used to smell before my aunt and uncle moved in and did an amazingly beautiful renovation. And I remember his laugh. It’s a lot like my father’s. He would grow heather in the front yard of his house, and my aunt and uncle have kept most of it there, as a nod to him. So when I decided to get a tattoo in his honor, it was an easy decision. Heather.
Funny story, when I told my parents that I got my heather tattoo done, I decided to make a big deal out of it just to mess with them. So I called them up, told them “Guys, I’ve made a big decision and I need you to get on board because it’s already done.” Both started freaking out, voices went up an octave or two when they asked me what I did. When I told them I got a new tattoo they breathed THE BIGGEST sigh of relief I’ve ever heard. My mom said something about how she thought I robbed a bank!
I’ve already got an idea in mind for my next, which will be in honor of Meme, but I’ll keep that under wraps for now.
So tell me, what tattoos do you have? What do they mean to you?