Well, not really, but I've mentioned in the past few months that I have the soul of an 80s punk chick who may or may not also be a time traveler from the late nineteenth century. And one of the things I really, really want to do when I get all the weight that I want off dealt with and have maintained it for a minimum of three months is to get inked.
I've sort of mentally waffled back and forth over what, exactly, I want to get permanently embedded into my skin - mostly between the somewhat traditionally-girly butterfly and the more meaningful to my Irish roots Celtic knot work - but I think I finally have my future ink picked out.
My future ink is going to be a variant of the Tree of Life. All the symbolism that I've wanted is in that one design: there's the tree itself, Celtic knots adorning the ends of the branches, and a single butterfly to wrap things up nicely. It's also not overwhelming and is a bit delicate and pretty, two things that aren't majorly important but may mean a bit less time under the needle.
But, yeah. It's going to happen. It may even be by this time next year since I'm still hoping to have dropped a good chunk of the weight by December.
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