Spunky with Ink
I am now inked. Yes, that's right, the infamously sweet and innocent Smiles got a tattoo this weekend. And it is amazingly sexy if I do say so myself. (Sidebar comment--a preppy girl at that tattoo parlor said to my Sunshine "she doesn't look innocent." Ha. I must be losing the "I'm just a sweet little girl" look. Is this a good or bad thing?)
All my life, I have been anti-tattoo. I always thought to myself "Why would anyone want to permanently scar their body?" I thought it was one of the stupidest things anyone could do, and why go through all that pain for something so tacky and ugly?
Then I met my best friend. Well, actually, I met her almost 3 years ago. We quickly became best buds, and I honestly think she knows more about me than anyone else (well, maybe more than almost everyone else). She started talking to me about tattoos about three months ago. I thought she was crazy, but the more she talked about them, the more I started changing my mind on the issue. Then creative genius hit her, and she came up with the perfect tattoo for the both of us.
She is my Sunshine. I don't know where I got the name for her. I just did. It came to me, and it stuck. She calls me her Smiles for obvious reasons. So....why not get a tattoo of a smiling sun?
It is gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. I got mine on my lower back, and she got hers on her ankle. It hurt, but not nearly as bad as I thought it would. I had to grind my teeth a few times, but luckily it only took twenty minutes, so it was over quickly. And it was so worth it.
Now when I am lonely and feel as if I am unloved (yes, I am completely melodramatic), I can glance at my tattoo and remember that I am somebody's Smiles. It makes me beam just thinking about it.
All my life, I have been anti-tattoo. I always thought to myself "Why would anyone want to permanently scar their body?" I thought it was one of the stupidest things anyone could do, and why go through all that pain for something so tacky and ugly?
Then I met my best friend. Well, actually, I met her almost 3 years ago. We quickly became best buds, and I honestly think she knows more about me than anyone else (well, maybe more than almost everyone else). She started talking to me about tattoos about three months ago. I thought she was crazy, but the more she talked about them, the more I started changing my mind on the issue. Then creative genius hit her, and she came up with the perfect tattoo for the both of us.
She is my Sunshine. I don't know where I got the name for her. I just did. It came to me, and it stuck. She calls me her Smiles for obvious reasons. So....why not get a tattoo of a smiling sun?
It is gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. I got mine on my lower back, and she got hers on her ankle. It hurt, but not nearly as bad as I thought it would. I had to grind my teeth a few times, but luckily it only took twenty minutes, so it was over quickly. And it was so worth it.
Now when I am lonely and feel as if I am unloved (yes, I am completely melodramatic), I can glance at my tattoo and remember that I am somebody's Smiles. It makes me beam just thinking about it.
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And now we know that it will be a useful too even in crisis situations. It is my anti-depressant. When the world is overwhileming me I sneak a peek at my pretty tatt and there's my smiles slyly smirking from her honored spot on my ankle. What great timing for those tatts.
I remember how I got the name. For some now unimportant reason I was having a bad morning, or it was the morning after a bad day. I walk into my English class. Put mu junk down and see the little red light on my phone blinking message warnings at me. I pick up the phone, press various prechosen buttons and wait for mundane. Then! Like an angel has visited my phone I hear, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me cloudy when skies are grey, you'll never know dear how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away....."
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