My Tattoo Story: Kim
Kim, Wisconsin My tattoo is a crescent moon. I have a past with my mother and family, and my tattoo symbolizes new beginnings and the making of dreams into reality. Continue reading My Tattoo Story: Kim
Kim, Wisconsin My tattoo is a crescent moon. I have a past with my mother and family, and my tattoo symbolizes new beginnings and the making of dreams into reality. Continue reading My Tattoo Story: Kim
Jacob, Los Angeles My very first tattoo was what started my career. It was a determined step forward into a new life and a step toward new goals. It was a statement of commitment, whether or not I knew how far I would have to go. All of my tattoos inspire me to try to be … Continue reading My Tattoo Story: Jacob
Siobhan, London My tattoo story begins in sadness and ends in happiness. Five years ago my partner was diagnosed with terminal cancer. We thought he had only a short time to live. At one point, early into the shock of it all, he said to me in passing, “You’re a shooting star.” It was such a … Continue reading My Tattoo Story: Siobhan
Dennis, Houston I just published a book titled “The Play’s the Thing,” aimed at young adults, with the goal of making Shakespeare something that you want to read instead of have to read. Shakespeare’s plays have been incredibly meaningful to me, and I decided to commemorate the end of the project with two tattoos. The first … Continue reading My Tattoo Story: Dennis
Kim, Utah This tattoo is on my right shoulder. I’m a writer, and this is how I view what I do. I bring words to life. I let them leap off the page and become their own creatures. Continue reading My Tattoo Story: Kim
Liz, Seattle My parents literally have my back. My mom and I got matching tattoos a few years ago — roses, because Rose is her middle name. I’d said I might go for it on Facebook, and the next time she visited me in Seattle, we both went for it! And on my dad’s birthday, … Continue reading My Tattoo Story: Liz
Heather, New York City I loved this line from Song of Myself by Walt Whitman as soon as I read it in a Romantic Literature class in college. I carried it around in my pocket for ages, thinking how it captured my whole life philosophy so well in just a few words. (The whole line … Continue reading My Tattoo Story: Heather
Erin, Illinois My dad passed away last year suddenly. My sister and I were devastated and decided to do tribute tattoos for him on our right wrists. My original idea was to copy a poster he had made in the garage in his handwriting. It was a Chevy Symbol with the Words 1 HOT VET. … Continue reading My Tattoo Story: Erin
Stacy, Minnesota My two sisters and I have this tattoo on our wrists. My oldest daughter designed it for us. Three music clefs: the treble clef is up on mine because it looks like an S for Stacy; the bass clef is up on my sister Jen’s because it kind of looks like a J; … Continue reading My Tattoo Story: Stacy
Susan, Virginia When my daughter turned 18 she told me she wanted a tattoo. I had been thinking about it for many years and I told her that if she still wanted one when she had waited a year we would go in and get them together. Not quite a year later, and after lots … Continue reading My Tattoo Story: Susan
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