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Tattoo Thoughts

May 18, 2016

I always used to think that tattoos were taboo growing up but as I got older I wanted them. Then, as I went through some hardship with my depression and self-harm I had scriptures that stuck with me that I wanted as tattoos. With a lot of convincing my dad was okay with it. (sorta)

However, after I got my second one he asked me, "how many more are you going to get?" Honestly, the question had never really crossed my mind. I had only assumed it would be the two that I have. When I fell apart this past semester, I has to rebuild and in that I realized that I wanted another tattoo.

As I was working with my counselor to find myself again, something dawned on me. Something that I had struggled with almost all of my life. I am made the way I am for a reason. I am made in the image of a God who hand-crafted the whole universe and that includes me. My God is perfect and doesn't make mistakes. Therefore, I am made perfectly in his image. No I'm not perfect but I am made the way I am for a reason. That includes my struggle with depression and self-harm.

My next tattoo. {be-you-t;ful} Small and simple but meaningful. While my design wheels are still turning about how exactly it will look and tie into what I want it to look like. I have had the thought on the forefront of my mind lately and how I want it look.

While I don't look like the stereotypical person with tattoos I'm okay with that. Fluffette said "you look like a sweet soccer mom." I'm okay with that. Because I am going to be the soccer mom with tattoos. I am going to break the mold. I am not a cookie cutter person.

I am be-you-tiful the way I am. God made me that way. I am unique. You are too.

What are your tattoo thoughts?

xoxo,
Em

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