Ah t.A.T.u. whatever happened to them.
Ok, here is the convenient segue..... I visited a tattoo parlour (wonder why it's called a parlour) recently. It hurt a bit, not much. I had my arm shaved by a man with a beard, it didn't cost any extra for that.
I'd been thinking about it for years (not the arm shaving), but had never 'plucked up the courage' to do it. Not because I was scared of it hurting, I was scared of what people would think. I was actually worried about it so much that I never did something that I wanted to do for myself. That's weird.
There's an interesting article about worrying about what other people think here written by a doctor who swears....
Anyway, I decided a little while ago that now was the time. I'm in my forties so clearly it's time to buy a sports car (can't afford it), do a tough mudder (can't run) or get inked (as the cool kids call it).
I read something about tattoos being linked to low self esteem. I'm not sure I agree.
I actually had to love myself more in order to do this. Getting it done was a demonstration of the confidence I have in myself to make decisions and live with them and be more present, more in the moment. I love myself a bit more now because of having done it. It helps separate me from the past and not worry so much about the future.
Anyway that's that really, I'm not showing it to you because I don't need your approval, because it was for me.
This article is also interesting if you fancy a read
Do what you want, for yourself
Mr Paul Wyse