Reason Behind the Ink
I've been told since I was younger that tattoos are trashy. They're a permanent destruction to your body. I destroyed my temple. I tainted something that was already perfect. That isn't true. My body was tainted by a disease that destroyed my insides. I survived all of that so I could decorate my "temple" the way I please. Every tattoo has a story and a meaning to who and why I am. My favorite story is my most recent. In the last couple months I lost myself. I found myself caught in a depression and spiraled because I was so busy taking care of others around me that I forgot about myself. It's not an excuse for the things I did or said but I realize now that those actions shouldn't be a reflection of who I am as a whole. That person is a broken person. I have tried to hide from that person since I met her senior year of high school. Depressed me is a mean person, but a lost and hurt person too. No one person or one thing is responsible for her hurt, bu...