When I was growing up tattoos were taboo and rebellious. Today, they are widely recognized as a definitive, creative way for people to express themselves and tell their stories. And depending on said tattoo they are also recognized as lame, beautiful, hideous, symbolic, impulsive and/or intriguing. I’ve heard it all. As we well know, everybody has an opinion.
Some tattoos have meaning. Others only symbolize the fact that you were barely coherent when you got yours. You know who you are…
I, for one, love a little marking every now and again. Mine are nothing elaborate or anything to write home about. I’m not trying to be hard or cool or Kat Von D over here. I’m just a wanna-be. Still, some of you hate them and are probably judging me right now. It’s ok. I still love you. Tiny pieces of any respect that my parents have for me gets chipped away with every one I get. It’s fine. We can agree to disagree. Either way, this is a terrible story so don’t leave now.
Here’s how it went down. I was out with friends on my 35th birthday. We lived in Colorado Springs at the time so downtown Denver was the place to be. I had just finished reading a book by Ann Voskamp called ONE THOUSAND GIFTS. My depiction and take-away of this writing can not do it justice so I won’t even try. Just let it be known that I was so moved by this book that I was willing to stamp my body with permanent ink to prove it. I wanted to add a tiny black string around my finger to remind me “in all things, be grateful”. So off we go. And down we go. No, literally. Underground. Downtown Denver. To Frank. Frank was a novelty. – ecsentric. Why I thought this was a good idea, I’ll never know. Frank spoke of many things – mostly shenanigans. And I listened intently as he prepared what could’ve very well been a dirty needle (I’m still not sure). I listened and listened until I could no longer hear the words that were coming out of his mouth. For you see, I could hear nothing over my sudden, intense pain comparable only to the enlightening stage of child birth. The ring of fire (but literally, the “string” of fire). I had no idea I was even pregnant, but this baby was about to come out the tip of my right ring finger. And he was a big one.
“I’m sorry, Frank. Excuse me. Do you have an anesthesiologist on hand, because I’m pretty sure I’m gonna need an epidural for this. It may only be a little ink, but sir, if I didn’t know better I’d say you’re sawing off my digit. Kindly stop lest I die.” I’m not kidding. I thought my time was up at 35 – underground – with Frank. Don’t let me go this way, Lord. It wasn’t worth it and I’m not ready.
One very expensive trip to the ER later and the results were conclusive. Frank cut me nearly to the bone and left me with what looks nothing like a string – more like a Halloween spider that I endearingly named, Charlotte. She’s really a beautiful addition. I think I got that tattoo to remind me of something, but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was (something about being grateful, maybe). Because now all I think about when I see it is FRANK. Thanks, Frank. You’re always in my heart. And on my finger (but hey, at least I still have one). And at least I’m not the only one walking around with a bad ink job. Some of you have it way worse than I do. I’ve seen the work. My condolences.
I digress.
Back to the topic at hand.
I do not claim to be a theologian on the matter of permanent body ink. I just like getting tattoos at random. To each his own.
Many people ask me about the tattoo on my right arm so let me give you a brief what-for. Besides trying to make my parents extremely proud, I wanted to get something symbolic of the valley I had just crawled my way out of. Also, after Frank, I needed redemption.
Here’s the story:
After my divorce I had to learn how to do life again. We – me and my two children – were hurting but strong. And we were headed in this new direction together.
And we were gonna make it, Lord-wiling and the creek don’t rise. I was determined. (So many other stories in here, but let’s move on).
For some reason I loved arrows (they’re all the rage) and as luck would have it, upon my studies of them, I found that they are a symbol of strength and direction.
While one arrow can be easily broken, a bundle is tougher to break. And here we were – this little bundle of weak strength. Being held tight by the arrow-maker Himself.
Figuring it out.
Forging a path.
Walking a new direction.
Together.
After lots of Pinteresting and careful consideration of where body marking #4 would actually take place, I gave it a go on Birthday #41.
NO RAGRETS. (Please see google on the inter-webs for further explanation of this spelling).
Three “arrows” headed in the same direction.
This stupid, ridiculous, sweet, symbolic, beautiful (whatever you want to call it) piece of ink tells a part of my story. It forever and always reminds me that we are strong. I remember where I’ve been and where I’m headed. It is a constant reminder of who I am and who I’m raising my people to be. Tenacious. Tough and tender and full of grit. And God is not finished with us yet. Our story is not over.
My team of three. Making it.
Maybe I AM rebelling. Rebelling against all of the nay-sayers and the things that say I can’t do it, that I won’t make it. Rebelling against complacency – against the hurdles, the hard places, the status-quo.
I am finding as I meet new people and hear your stories, that I am not the only one walking that road. Many of us are facing or have faced circumstances we never asked for or never imagined being in – where we have to keep moving. We are all learning that even in the weak places we are still strong.
And we are still moving – together.
I’m grateful to walk the road with you. And I’m also excited to announce that…drumroll please… these three arrows are the newest addition to our I AIN’T DOIN IT merchandise line. In just a few short days you guys will be able to wear your story. I cry…
What do these arrows symbolize for you? Where are YOU headed? What are you standing up for? What corners are you turning? Who are you being strong for? What are you “not doing” anymore? What new way are you taking and what new movement are you pioneering? Whatever it is, may The Lord keep you steady and may you come out on the other side stronger and better for it.
I hope you love this new addition as much as I do. And I hope it will encourage you to be bold and tell others about your journey. Somebody needs to see you being strong and owning it.
I can’t wait to hear your story!
Wear it well, family.
HEATHER LAND 
I got my first tattoo in my 30’s. I had always wanted one and new I wanted one in memory of my mom. My mother passed away when I was 14. She was 49 and fought colon cancer for roughly 5 years. My mother was my everything!! When I got it,I knew I wanted a yellow rose. It was here favorite flower. I wasn’t sure what else I wanted incorporated, but the guy who did it knew. He kept very simple and wrote Mom under a beautiful full bloomed yellow rose! It’s beautiful! Since then, my dad had been my rock. I know what me 3rd tattoo will be. It will be in honor of him!! Praise God he is still with me. It’s been a long road the last 28 years without her, but I never would have made it with out him.
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Thank you – I needed this!! This has been a very trying few weeks; but I know that with God all things are possible. I may just need to make an appointment to get some new ink;)
Mm mm I’m doing it!!
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Thank you for sharing! I have been so afraid of needles ( yes I am an ICU nurse..as long as they aren’t in me lol)…loving arrows since it was my sorority symbol..wanting to go forward. 😁
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I love them! This is the latest tat’s for moms of children with Down syndrome. It’s symbolic for 3 copies of the 23rd chromosome. I am at the point in my life (53) that I am considering this one. So you may get stopped and now you will know what else this stands for. You make me laugh every time! Thanks. Sometimes I really need it. Being a special needs mom can be really hard some days.
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I just love you. There. I said it. I got no RAGRETS😬🤣 (nearly fell all the way over laughing #millers) I have a party of three too, same deal. No tats but I did get your awesome sweatshirt for myself at the holidays though … love when I’m out and about and when it registers with people that it says, ‘i ain’t doin it’, they lean in close and say ‘Is that…?’🤔 (Rolf) like they need to lean in to keep it on the DL… Hysterical. Anyway, Keep on sharing your story gurl and bringing crazy joy to others. Good Lord this world needs it! 🙌🏻
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Thank you for all the laughter your videos provide me and my friends! The tattoo. My BFF asked if I would get one with her to commemorate her 65th birthday (I’m 62). I couldn’t let her do this alone so we planned how to do it and kept it secret for months. My family has tats and they know I’m not a fan so getting a tat would be quite a shock! We revealed our new tats on Facebook on her birthday and that was a lot of fun. But getting the tat made me feel like a pumpkin getting a design carved out and I quietly prayed it would be over soon. I’m sure I left claw marks on the table. When the artist said it was finished I was so relieved and thought never, ever again. I got home to inspect the tattoo on my back and to my shock saw it had unfinished sections with botched lines. Its only been a few weeks, so when it heals I have to go somewhere for do over and all I can think is I chose to do this! Thankfully my friend got a different image and her tattoo turned out lovely!
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“Many of us are facing or have faced circumstances we never asked for or never imagined being in – where we have to keep moving.” WOW! This soooo resonates w/ me after the sudden death of my sweet husband almost 4 years ago. Here at 66, I’ve come a long way. Thanks be to God, great friends and family. And you…make me LOL and embrace each day. You’re a blessing to many 💃😇
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Enjoyed this read! The symbolic arrows touched me deeply, especially today. On July 2, 2017…I lost my husband to a courageous battle that he fought against brain cancer. Our two young sons and I have had to find our new direction. Today marks 7 months since he has been gone and although there are only three arrows visible in our family now. I see my husband in two of my arrows every single day. Those two arrows are my reason to push our family of three in the same direction. We have a strong faith in God and lean on HIM every day. I will never see arrows the same after reading this blog. Thank you for giving me a tangible picture to see the direction of our path….all three of us, living by faith, embracing love, & putting one foot in front of the other one day at a time in the SAME direction. May God bless you for your willingness to share. Sincerely, Shawnte
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Love Love Love This! 🏹
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Heather,
Obviously, God has carried you through your trials and walked next to you through your journey. You are very fortunate to have the platform to tell your story and influence others with your strength! You are inspiring and wonderful mentor. Thank you for entertaining us, in so many ways. God Bless!
Michele Martin (Lillie clips)😉
The 1st time I watched your clip you inspired me to express myself through a face filter and voice over. I can say anything I feel and I do! Until then, In my 50 years I had never felt like I had a voice. So… Thank you
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I got my first tattoo when I was 40. It was after I had a miscarriage following IVF treatment. It is a testament to the child I would not meet in this lifetime…. but when we meet in the next life, we will have some talking to do.
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I got a tattoo of a hummingbird on my left forearm in honor and memory of my father. He had ALS. He loved hummingbirds and toward the end when he had nothing left except eye movement, he would sit and watch them for hours. After he died, I was sitting on my aunt’s back patio writing his eulogy. A single hummingbird showed up and stayed with me there, the entire time I sat. And the first summer after he was gone was the first time we had hummingbirds in our backyard. The hummingbird is a symbol of strength and perseverance. He was nothing if he wasn’t that. Now he is with me every day reminding me to be strong and never give up, no matter what my goals or the obstacles that get in my way.
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Love! I am 2 years post divorce and I have 2 kids. Although their dad plays an active roll in their lives it’s me and my girls up against the world and we’re crushing it.
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I have tons of tattoos and they all have meaning. My ocean sleeve represents the place I let go of everything I need to. My place of peace, joy, and rest. I have flowers down my leg that represent my family (still living) family and my friends who have passed, my sons feet from the day he was born are tattooed on top of my foot because I knew someday his feet were going to be way too big to dance on mine when he did when he was little. My dolphins on my back are playfully dancing in the shape of a eye with a sunset in the middle. Dolphins represent grace, beauty and intelligence and sunset is my favorite time of day. The shape of the eye is because the eyes are the window to the soul. Whew that’s a lot. BUT they are there and they tell stories. Arrows just might be my next venture! Your story brings all of us together: it’s a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing!
The days I feel social and funny change peoples opinions of “people with tattoos” but boy when I’m in a mood it definitely backs up the “people with tattoos are trashy” theory. Hahaha
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“The dragonfly, in almost every part of the world symbolizes change and change in the perspective of self realization; and the kind of change that has its source in mental and emotional maturity and the understanding of the deeper meaning of life. “ Got my first when I made the final decision to separate after 31years together in an ever downward spiraling relationship. It’s scary at times, but I never go to bed regretting my decision, or my tattoo.
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I got my first tattoo at 47. A semicolon in a heart. I did it after my father’s suicide and the week my kids graduated from high school because we did move on. Our story as a family has gone on. Now as I am in the middle of a divorce from my alcoholic husband I look at it as a reminder that I will move on. My story is not over.
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Back in the 70’s, my now-ex-husband and I drew tattoos, and sold them to a tattoo parlor for $15, or free tattoos. After a while, I decided to get one of an arrowhead that my son designed, and to have it put on the fleshy part of my thigh. Imagine my surprise when it was over to discover my leg had in fact not been amputated. I feel your pain.
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There were three of us, my 11 year old son, and toddler girl, that made the difficult journey together after my divorce. Our symbol was elephants, very family oriented, with big hearts, and definitely strong. My son gave me a small set of stone elephants, a moma followed by her two babies, walking together. One day it fell off the shelf and broke, and I cried, thinking of how it really did then reflect our difficult journey. But I glued it back together and now years later, with my 28 year old son about to make me a grandma, and my daughter graduating from high school, when I look at those elephants, I know we’ve made it, a little scarred, but better and stronger for the experience.
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Recently, a friend and I have both had several small, but difficult tragedies, hit us hard. I found a company named Consciuous Ink that has positive and thoughtful messages in temporary ink. I sent my friend several sayings/ symbols and she has done the same for me. We usually put them on our forearm an easy place to see and be a reminder of strength, courage and self talk. Many have noticed and some have judged. Like you, we do it for ourselves. Thanks for your voice on this!
Ps- not meant to be a commercial for above company but thought maybe you’d enjoy looking at their messages for your next….
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I too recently went through a divorce and had to defined myself as a person with two grown children and being alone once again in life. I got my first tattoo and it a symbolism of me. It’s a heart and along the bottom of the heart it says, ” a few of my favorite things.” Inside the heart are three of my favorite movies one of which guessing by my “favorite things” is The Sound of Music represented by a treble clef, Mary Poppins represented by a kite; one of my favorite songs from Mary Poppins, “Let’s Go Fly a Kite.” The Wizard of Oz is another favorite movie and it’s represented by just the words “Oz” and a Mickey Mouse icon. These things don’t define me but they represent me. I’m very passionate about music, as you can see these were all musicals. These were also movies that I watched often as a child and The Sound of Music was one of my grandmother’s favorites. I’ve always been a fan of Mickey Mouse and the symbolism that I think that he stands for: individuality and leadership and loyalty. I have begun my new life strong, encouraged and grateful. I thank you for your post and I agree with you a 100% on the arrow’s. It is a beautiful tattoo and it is your life direction. I too am moving forward and my life and I have been blessed. Love you, never let anyone judge you!
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Well I ain’t doing it!!!
Haha..just kidding!
I’ve got 7! No meaning…just pretty and I like being colorful!
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You just Amaze me! Determination, Strength, Unconditional Love… I’m crying because I’m a “wanna be”.
My Mom got a tatoo at age 76… Infinity symbbol with Faith in center. I promised I get the same one. She’s 80.5 years young & my skin is still un-inked. Tell ya what… I AIN’T STAYIN UN-INKED!
GOD HAS BLESSED YOU!
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You just Amaze me! Determination, Strength, Unconditional Love… I’m crying because I’m a “wanna be”.
My Mom got a tatoo at age 76… Infinity symbbol with Faith in center. I promised I’d get the same one. She’s 80.5 years young & my skin is still un-inked. Tell ya what… I AIN’T STAYIN UN-INKED!
GOD HAS BLESSED YOU!
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Loved the blog, here is my story. I have 3 tattoos. First one was a rose on my lunch hours with my friend from work (then she got one a firefly). I then got my 2 kids names around that rose after my son was born. 2nd was on my wrist march 17 2010 when my husband who had cancer and had more complications with stomach issues was in surgery. I went down the street to a tattoo place a got his nickname on my right wrist. ( SPOOK) My 3rd is on my right foot after my husband passed away and I took my daughter to get her first one and the same time. On my foot is a cross with yellow rose and my husband nickname on the cross. I am so ready for a new on but not sure what to get. My daughter’s was a cross with ( in memory of her dad ). She has 3 more since them. I believe a tattoo should tell a story.
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I got my first ink for my 60th birthday. It says “Be still ✝️“ on the top of my foot. I have ADHD so prayer time is hard work. I need the reminder that He is God! Yes there were lightening bolts shooting from the tips of my toes but with my daughter on FaceTime I was able to be distracted as she talked louder and faster with every wince. 😖.
Thank you Heather for provoking me to focus on details that are meant to be life spices, not wasted brain time.
Love you giirrrl. 😙
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Hi Heather !
I got a tattoo right after my divorce. I got a butterfly which symbolizes my new found freedom from domestic violence of 16 years.
I almost passed out from the pain. Lol ..To this day my dad doesn’t know I have it ;).
Love you girl! Keep on keepin on!
Your friend ,
Melanie Crowel – Houston, Tx
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I got mine at a wasted party waking in the morning and realizing what I had done the night before, mine was done with god only knows what kind of needle was used and guitar string. None the less its not a bad piece but I wished I had gotten one with meaning. I want to get one now not sure why I haven’t but the one I want has meaning. I Love your videos they make my day.
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my finger hurts!
love your raw honestly!
my mama said only sailors got tattoos.
she was a hot mess.
met Jesus before her last breath.
i think she would have liked you ….
tattoos and all!
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I too love tattoos and my mom has a hissie fit every time I get one. My first one came after my daughter died. She was 5 and had a hard life being born with cerebral palsy and asthma. Most of her life she was in the hospital. One of my favorite books is “Hope For The Flowers”. In that book, a caterpillar realizes he must die to become what he was meant to be…. So, in honor of my sweet first born who is now my guardian angel, I have a rather large butterfly on my left ankle. ♥️ My latest tattoo is in honor of my husband who battled nasopharyngeal cancer last year, it is a head and neck cancer ribbon on my right forearm. When Mom sees it, she is gonna die!
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I have a total of 8 tattoos at the moment, but 2 of them are the most important. I got my first tattoo on my left wrist when I was 24, to honor a friend I lost to suicide. It simply said “Love” for the non-profit organization To Write Love On Her Arms that helps support those who suffer from depression or those who have lost loved ones to suicide. That same year, I lost my father unexpectedly. He was my best friend and I was devastated (and still am 7 years later). It turns out he put a card in the mail for me the day he died, and the last words he ever wrote to me were “P.S. Love you!” So I now have those words in his writing on my left forearm so he is always with me.
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My husband was always so proud, that I was the only one of my siblings (we are 4) who did not have tattoos… he suddenly died, 6 1/2 years ago. About a year later, my daughter took me to get a tattoo… it’s a replica of a piece of metal art I had made to hold his bass guitar. It’s a memorial tattoo. If he was buried, he’d probably be rolling in his grave. His ashes were scattered in the ocean off the coast of Maui. I find irony in this tattoo, I find love, I find a humor he would have admired and I find peace. Thanks for sharing!
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Loved this message! You have a wonderful way of blending emotions in your writing – joy, sadness, determination, doubt, courage, love. and humor. Without a wide range of emotions, life would be boring. Contrast is what gives life meaning. Thank you for sharing!
I’ve never had a tattoo – commitment is why. Who will I be in 10 years and would she also like that tattoo? I don’t know! I can’t commit to that promise therefore I don’t choose all! How silly I am…
Can’t wait to see the merchandise, and all the best to you and yours in your fantastic future!
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I wouldn’t want to get a tattoo since my skin naturally acquires markings through continued living. Some call these scars or brown spots or wrinkles. Currently, I choose to represent life events and epiphanies through weaving Greyt! Scarves, so named following the death of my son Grey. These scarves tell the stories of events, grief lessons, absorb tears, create happiness and lead me to God and hope and love. Lessons learned at the loom enable me to keep putting one foot in front of the other. This divine journey has spiritual beginnings to awesome for my inadequate Writing skills. Nevertheless, it has resulted in some beautiful good friend neck hugs (scarves) as well as the ability to not do guilt anymore. I ain’t doing it – guilt. I only do love and that in the shape of a scarf as heart.
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Today marks the third anniversary of my Mom’s passing. I have been contemplating the idea ever since she left us to get a tattoo in honor of her. Something to signify her birth and death and how she impacted all of my family. I know now that I will be getting that tattoo as soon as my schedule allows. My life is like that roll of toilet paper, you know, the one that is getting near the end and goes real fast and you hope there’s a new one near by so you don’t get caught without. Not that I plan on checking out any time soon, I plan on hanging around till at least 100…..only 32 years to go. Thank you for being Heather Land and thank you for the videos that keep us smiling.
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You are amazing. Love your view on life and able to laugh at stupid things. I myself, and my mom have “meaningful” tattoos and I of course want more.
Keep going, strong and beautiful Mama.
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I was never, ever going to get a tattoo. Not because I didn’t like them or looked down on them. I just didn’t have anything that spoke to me that I felt was significant enough to leave on my body forever. Then last year happened. I started reading. Poetry in fact. Online. One line from Atticus spoke to me… “Love her but leave her wild.” People think it’s like a warning to others. But no ma’am… It’s a reminder to myself of loving me and allowing me to be whatever I want to be. It wraps around the inside of my wrist with a feather. I love it and wouldn’t change a thing about it. Thank you for your message!
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I love this. I have only have one tattoo, but it was a long time coming. I got it in SoFlo when I was 34 years old, I had always wanted some ink, and after spending 3 months in rehab down there on my way home, I decided to finally take the plunge and get one to remind me of what I went through and the reconnection to God. My mother, the quintessential southern mama, was horrified of course, but I love my visual reminder that my story is not over, I have walked through the gates of hell, and been restored by a God who has more mercy than I deserve. Seven years later, my relationships are being restored, I can laugh- really laugh, and I can enjoy the beauty of a sunrise as I commune with my Creator. NO RAGRETS. Like the great philosopher, Scotty P., that too, has become my credo. I no longer regret the past, I comprend the word serenity, and I am finally finding peace. Thank you Heather, for sharing this and reminding me of just how far we’ve come.
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I grew up in a Christian home, raised my child in a Christian church, and found myself divorced at the age of 30 after 10 years of marriage. My husband walked away from us like it was no big deal, taking up residence with his “true love.” I leaned the hard way that my situation could not determine my joy. I ALMOST got a tattoo….”no one can take your joy” but I never could figure out where to put it so my mother could NEVER find out about it lol!! When I found your videos I laughed until I cried…when I read your blog I cried until I laughed. Our stories are so similar. I feel like you are my long lost sister. Someone who knows all the thoughts of my heart. Keep sharing your story. Maybe one day I will get to meet you. And hug you. And maybe we can get sister tattoos….well maybe not that 😉
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This hit me pretty hard. Although we have no tattoos ourselves, my husband and I have been watching all those tattoo shows for years. We love seeing the artistry. We often talk about what tattoo we would get if we had the chance. Well, my chance cam this past fall. I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was going to need four small dots, about the size of a mole, for the 30 impending radiation treatments. I was kind of anxious and excited to see how it would feel to get the tattoos (they hurt, but it was quick). Now that I’m sitting here reading this with the radiation treatments behind me (on to a pill that will put me into early menapause, bring on the hot flashes and moodiness) I feel a little differently about the ones I have. The one that sits at the top of my stomach is particularly annoying. This is a part of my body I never wanted to highlight especially at age 44 and a little more than just a little over weight. I keep thinking what kind of cover up could I get to make me happy with it? A little cross, a star, some arrows (no matter what direction they were pointing it would be weird),no, no, and no. I even heard a commercial recently for tattoo removal and actually wondered how much it would cost. I will figure out a way to wrap my brain around these weird tatoos, but until then, cancer, “I ain’t doing it”!
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When I got out my last relationship before I met my husband I got a tattoo of a tiger crawling over my shoulder. He became a symbol to me that I am stronger and my protector is always nearby. Thank you for letting us in & sharing your story.
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Thank you for the story. I got my first tattoo at 42, shortly after my husband left me for another woman. I had watched “Under the Tuscan Sun” every day for months. My daughter and I and a couple of friends went to Daytona for a weekend, and I took the plunge. I got a ladybug on my left shoulder. (Watch the movie if you haven’t already) and it’s a constant reminder that I’m going to be ok. I found love again, and am happily married! Thank you again for the wonderful story!
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I got my tattoo aon my 47th birthday. Something I had wanted for a very long time. A simple cross, I call it my Ebeneezer stone (see 1 Samuel 7:12) It’s a constant reminder that God has gotten me this far every single day. Because it is true every day, God‘s helped me this far, every day God has carried me this far, every day I need to rely on him. Some days I remember better than others. Thank you for sharing your sweet heart.
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I, too, at the ripe age of 55 find myself free after 28 years of matrimonial bonds. NEVER in my wildest dreams would I have IMAGINED myself here, buuuut…nevertheless, I AM.
I am ambivalent towards tattoos, I guess. I have a couple I would like to combine & create to memorialize my new heart through salvation, by creating a date line heartbeat. 🤷♀️ I’ve never been to a skin shop (??) So I’m thinking only time, my wallet & God will see…
THANK YOU for being Bold, Beautiful YOU!
Love, Love, Love your videos & feel even closer to you knowing you survived the death of your relationship…& lived to tell & GO. ON!
The Show Must Go On, right? 🤡 BLESSINGS TO YOU & YOURS… JSC
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I got a larger tattoo on my forearm of brightly colored heirloom tomatoes(that a lot of people mistake for fancy pumpkins, lol) to honor my grandpa, because he taught me how to garden and I actually became a chef out of that love. I managed to hide this big ol’ tomato tat for nearly 2 years from my mom…until one hot Indiana summer day over a feast of fried chicken…it is positively involuntary to push your sleeves up when you eat that stuff, lol. She was incredibly upset, made quite a scene, lots of tears & snot…but I regret nothing & know that my grandparents would get a kick out of my foodie tattoos and know that I have the personality & style to pull it all off. No Ragerts😉 At least it wasn’t a tattoo of Chester Cheetah, from the Cheetos commercials, riding a surfboard, smoking a joint, located dead center on my chest, lol, yes that tattoo really exists on someone I know, and yes, they do drugs 😒😆
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I love your page, I love seeing your “I ain’t doin it” posts…I have even gotten my fiance to be just as excited as I am. We laugh together at your witty comments and hilarious expressions. I admire you and even more now after reading this blog. Thank you for being a little ray of sunshine in my monotonous days of work and life and motherhood. I think we would be great friends if life ever offered us the chance to meet, but until then (and yes I’m aware it will never happen but one can hope right?) I will keep enjoying your sarcastic and hilarious posts as long as you keep posting!!!
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These arrows are a movement gaining momentum for parents of children with Down syndrome. They call it the lucky few tattoo and they represent the three copies of the 21st chromosome as well as the upward and onward direction we hope for. We want inclusion, understanding, tolerance, and awareness. 💕
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No tattoos but your words go deep into my heart. I enjoy your posts so much and look forward to them. You are a strong and talented lady! God Bless You!!
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I love your story. I got my tattoo at age 47 and I love it and what it means to me.
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What a great story! You seem to be absolutely where your suooosed to be! I find your readings and this blog very true life and can relate to many things. Believe in what your doing, who you are and where your going! Following your work, your doing great!
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I have a few tatts. They started at age 43. I had run away from God and was trying to fill that hole that only He can fill. I was a wanna be, just not sure what it was. They are now my alter. A place where I thank the Lord everyday for pulling me out of that blackhole. I share with others that I was so cold and broken (heartbroken) that I didn’t feel anything while Nate (he is our artist) was drawing important things on my skin. Nothing too elaborate. Even in that state of mind I wanted flowers, a dragonfly, an anklet with a cross, and the name on my wrist. For sure I wasn’t thinking. The upside to this story is we get stronger. The tatt I really needed is 2 Corinthians 12:10. When I am weak then I AM strong. Just a few years later my husband was diagnosed with EOAD. I was also granted custody of his 6 yr old grandson (who is blind and autistic) He is now 12. I look back now and see some of the big picture. There are many more things I could share where I can see Jesus at work but I would have to write a book. If I ever get another tatt it will be 2 Corinthians 12:10. This is what gets me through everyday.
PS. My little man is probably your biggest fan ❤️
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