It’s been several years since I wrote about tattoos – mine or anyone else’s – and a few recent comments have reminded me that people are naturally curious about ink. I’ve got many tattoos myself, two of which are readily visible during the summer, and am fairly certain that I will get more over time. Each piece has deep personal and emotional significance to me, each symbol is important to me in its own way, and I won’t get any more ink until I know exactly what I want and why. I got my first when I was 23 and my most recent (a revision) a little over a year ago. I don’t get tattoos because they’re pretty or trendy or cool or work well with my outfits. I get them to remind me of milestones, losses, growth, life-changing events that I feel merit permanent tribute.
