So that is the trail of tales that tell the story of a human canvas.
I am by no means finished and I’m sure there a still quite a few profound, life altering, and epiphanous moments to come.
I look forward to telling more stories in ink, and I’m sure the day will come that a poem I write will so deeply affect em that I’ll put it on my body permanently. I love my tats and the story they tell. I do not pay attention to judgment or sideways glances. I do not pay attention to the condescending remarks total strangers have made.
I do realize that each time I put a new tattoo on my body, it reaffirms that I am safe. I will never again live in the pain and fear that was such an integral part of my existence. My body is mine. I do not have to ask for permission to own it. There is nothing more liberating for this survivor.