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I may not be the most consistent person in the world, but I do enjoy knowing I have an outlet to express my post grad thoughts.
That being said, today I want to talk about tattoos.
I had always wanted a tattoo. It had been the coolest future possibility to me in high school. I knew that my first one had to be meaningful - at that point in time I still thought that the art on my body needed to be justified. So, of course, honoring my late grampa Jerry was the first and most thought about tattoo. My friends walked me over to the tattoo parlor and we made a night of it (side note: donāt bring a gaggle of friends. Itās rude and my lesson was learned!). I adored it. But I also kept it hidden from my family. They never wanted me to ink my body, so I simply never said anything. I was an adult.
It took a few years of pining but I finally got a second one after I graduated. My bff and I are tied for life with sort of matching tattoos. And I am totally okay with it. Itās something that can be changed with the slightest bit of ink if I ever need to. Iām not worried about it though. I was ecstatic with the turnout.
My third tattoo is in a very visible place. Sailor Moon has been a huge influence on my life and something that I wish I could decorate my life with while looking professional. So, I got a nice little moon on my middle finger. I adore it. The simplicity is everything Iāve ever needed and it is nice to be able to see it 24/7. I am terrified, though, of my familyās reaction.
The reason I feel a need and want to talk about tattoos and dancing may be because I feel a small need to justify myself. In a profession where the body is the instrument and always visible, tattoos can be taboo. Yet, more and more artists have them. I personally believe that as long as you can cover it with some makeup or a flesh toned band aid, it's alright. Iām not sure my parents will ever see it that way but I couldnāt be happier knowing that the things I love are apart of me without needing a material object.
After the big shebang the other day, my friend and I happened to be next to a near middle aged man. He was adamant that now was the time to get the tattoos and to enjoy it. And I agree. To be honest, if I have to, yeah; Iāll pay the price to remove the art. But it wonāt happen silently. Basically: do you. Get a tattoo. Itās okay. I can hide mine and maybe thatās part of the process within your profession. And itās okay.










