It's a good thing I'm not afraid of needles

I’d been talking about getting a new tattoo for a little while, so this weekend it was finally time to bite the bullet and go. I have two already – one on my wrist, and one just inside my hip bone – and neither of them hurt too badly. But I knew that this one would be different. Because this one I was getting on my ribs.

I went to Tattoo Paradise, a little nervous and a lot excited, and handed over the Little Prince line that I was about to get inked on my body.

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As I laid down on the table, B, my tattoo artist, advised me, “I know it will be hard, but please try to stay as still as possible.” Easier said than done when you have a needle working along your body.

Now, I’d be lying if I said it was painless, but B did an excellent job at making the process as quick as possible. I’m proud to say that I barely moved at all, save for biting my lip at a few key moments. And B was actually appreciative.

“You’re doing great. You wouldn’t believe the clients I had today. One woman came back and you would swear she’d been giving birth back here, the way she was screaming. And they don’t seem to understand that every time they scream, they move, which makes it harder for me to do my job.“

Call me crazy, but even if I wanted to scream, I feel as though it’s in my best interest to NOT move, when someone is making a permanent mark on my body. But that’s just me.

Before I knew it, B was cleaning up and I was on my way to fro-yo – a little post-tattoo tradition.

Not only do I love my new artwork, but I also get to check something else off my list. It might be slow going, but I’m definitely making progress.

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