Friday, July 7, 2017

A Tattoo Story

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This is the story of how I got a tattoo.

(!!!! I GOT A TATTOO !!!! I’m very chill about it.)

There’s nothing really extraordinary about my particular story: I experienced a tragedy, it changed me forever, and I wanted to physically mark my body to reflect my newness. I wanted to carry my story and my sweet baby boy in a way that was visible to myself and others. It’s meaningful, and empowering, and also, it’s a pretty basic tattoo story.

There was a time, post-loss, post-trauma, sometime between the blur of January and February and March, when all I could really do with myself was think about ways to memorialize Afton. And somehow, in that loop of ideas (planting trees, joining a grief group, making a memory book) I got stuck on this idea of a tattoo. I can’t remember if someone recommended it to me? or if it came out of the abyss of my own brain? It almost seems like it would have had to have been suggested to me – I don’t think I had the mental capacity to come up with any ideas on my own during what now feels like a complete wash of two, three, four months. But as soon as the idea was presented, it stuck.

It wasn’t totally new – over the last few years I had considered getting a tattoo, but you don’t want to get just ANY old tattoo, right? I mean, I’m risk-averse enough that if I was going to do something so permanent, it couldn’t just be a random little pineapple on my shoulder or something. (Note to self: pineapple would actually be kind of cute.) I was open to the idea – I was just waiting for the right one to present itself.

And then it presented itself – not how I thought it would look, but in the form of loss, and love, and a tiny expression of rebellion against the status quo.

This was my right one.

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I did what all good people of 2017 would have done – I went on a major googling run:

“best tattoo shop twin cities”

“where to get a tattoo on your body”

“tattoo memorial”

“tattoo women small”

“tattoo inspiration”

“tattoo fails”

“what to know before getting a tattoo”

I called and scheduled it. It wasn’t for several months thanks to the popularity of my preferred location (as Bjork reminded me every day: the fact that they are busy is a good sign, Linds). Every day I wished it was happening sooner. My body felt lost without it. I needed to be marked, to have some outward symbol of a new and mostly invisible reality. Sometimes I’d look down and my arm and touch it and just wish that I had that ink embedded deep in my skin.

I had been working with an extremely generous friend to help design a hand-lettered version of his name – Afton – and went back and forth on the styles with everyone who would look at them with me. Is this one too girly? Too loopy? Too boring? Which one looks the most Afton-y? One day I came across a lettering account on Instagram. I wasn’t even looking – it was just by chance, it was maybe even on my Discover page somewhere. I took one look at her lettering and I just knew this was the exact style I was looking for. I sent her an email asking for help nailing down the lettering for this tattoo, and she said yes.

And suddenly, like time does, it snuck up. The tattoo was happening in three days.

Wait a minute, uhhh, what’s happening? Where did we get this idea again? Who is supervising my decision-making right now?

I started my second, more frantic googling run:

“what do tattoos look like when you’re old”

“pictures old people tattoos”

“women tattoo regret”

“will I regret getting a tattoo”

“how bad does a tattoo hurt”

Even as we drove to the tattoo shop, I was debating between wrist and forearm. I was worried about weird things like veins on my wrist, and I was motivated by the idea that something on my forearm would be the most visible to the most people the most frequently. During a deep dive in Pinterest’s tattoo archives, I found a picture of a small tattoo on a woman’s forearm in a scripty font and I was sold. I printed out the picture and brought it to the tattoo shop with me.

We played around with size and location at the tattoo shop (thanks, Allie!) and eventually got it just right.

“Okay, are you ready?” she smiled.

A Tattoo Story | pinchofyum.com

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A Tattoo Story | pinchofyum.com

It kind of hurt, but also kind of not. Maybe I was expecting it to be worse? Or maybe the pain of the needles and the ink felt appropriate given the pain of the situation that was bringing me to get a tattoo in the first place. Either way, I didn’t flinch too many times and I didn’t cry. Well, I did feel my eyes filling with tears at one point, but that was more of a heart thing.

She finished in about ten minutes, and I looked at it, and I loved it.

From the very first moment, I loved it.

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In the week leading up to this day, I started getting cold feet. I was googling pictures of old people with tattoos and trying to decide if I would ever wish I hadn’t gotten it. And there was a moment where I just made a firm decision.

I made the decision to never regret this tattoo.

That’s something that can be decided, right? I promised myself in that moment I would never look at this tattoo for any reason and say, “I wish I wouldn’t have gotten this tattoo,” even for something as shallow as how it looked with a watch or the way my shirt sleeves laid over it or how it would look with my future wrinkly skin. It’s a done deal.

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So that’s that. That’s the end of my basic tattoo story.

This little piece of scripty font across my forearm is beautiful and sacred and a little bit badass and I will never regret it. I will never regret writing my baby’s name on my arm and carrying it around with me everywhere I go.

It’s a physical representation of an invisible truth: that I have a son, that he made me a mom, and that our spirits cannot be separated by death.

I got my tattoo at Tailorbird Tattoo in Minneapolis. Many thanks to Allie and team for such a wonderful, non-scary first-time experience!

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