I used to keep a list of tattoo ideas, but I found that what was meaningful to me one day would be nothing the next day, week, or month.
And so I wonder if I will ever get one.
I try to imagine where I would put a permanent mark on my body, and I have no answer. Every spot that I consider is a part of me that I love – neck, collarbone, rib cage, hip, butt, thigh, ankle. The idea of inking my body seems like vandalism.
And so I wonder if I ever will get one.
How can I say, “I love my body just the way it is, but…”? You either love your body, or you feel the need to modify it in some way. It has been a lifelong journey to this place of contentment with and respect for my body and all it can do. Coming up with ways to change it seems to negate that positive.
And so I believe that the only tattoos I will ever have are the well-earned lines on my face and the images and lessons imprinted on my mind.
Still, I wonder if I will ever get one.