I love tattoos. I love knowing that I can have original art on my body that means something so personal.
I'm normally not one to share stories about my tattoos and why I have them, but I saw Lindsay's post over at Scenic Glory (who is also an amazing, inspirational photographer), and she got me thinkin'... why not?
Don't look too closely- it's in some major need of touch-up.
My Anchor was my first tattoo (obviously). Kristin, who is like a Sister to me, got a matching anchor on her foot- well, I say matching because they're similar but different. They're very unique to us and who we are. We will always have a reminder to remain anchored in life and not drift to the negative.
Favorite and most cherished. In loving memory of my Grandma, I got this tattoo on her 1 year anniversary of being passed away. My Grandmother passed away at age 89. She was my rock. My love. My happiness. No woman brought a smile to my face like she did. She is my Angel...I'm sure if it.
Pax. Means peace in Latin. I have always been so impressed with the Latin language. It has always sparked as an interest to me. Why peace? Because I believe in it. I believe that we should smile at someone just because. Kind words are worth millions. I struggle to ignore shortcomings and do my best to understand. I see that genuine human compassion can make a difference. This is my reminder to be the best I can be.
This beauty. Who is she? I call her Hope.
She's going on my forearm, facing me. Coming off of her pointer finger, it will say "hope". As some of you know, I had a rocky pregnancy. I had lack of support, and some pretty bad depression. I lived my life daily on pure hope, and with that hope that I held onto, I now see beauty. She will face me to remind me of the struggles I once went through in life, and help me to remember that hope is a beautiful thing.