My, how many times I embraced this mythical creature.
I lost county of how many times I crawled out of the fire of a difficult life, angry, sad, broken. I spent so much time on my knees begging for a reprieve from the constant barrage of struggle.
As is the case with all of my tattoos, I take the time to do research and seek out a connection with what I am permanently putting on my body. The needle pushing ink into my skin and leaving an image behind is a permanent decision. I do not take any of my tattoos lightly.
I hesitated when it came to this mythological creature this winged beast that repeatedly falls into the fire only to emerge and fly again and again. It bordered on cliche’. I found this one and realized that like the mythological bird, repeatedly baptized in fire, I too was baptized by the flames of abuse and trauma, yet I continuously rose from the ashes, ready for the next battle.
I realized my strength and determination to overcome whatever was thrown my way defined the phoenix. She is on my left thigh. Anytime I feel like I just can’t fight the fight anymore, I look down and remember, I have endured much worse and yet, I still stand tall and proud, and alive.