So, I am in the process of having two tattoos removed via laser treatment. This was kind of a spur of the moment decision, but I have been wanting them gone for quite sometime, so I was furiously happy when I decided to go for it!
I think there are very few women (and men probably) of around my age who DON'T have a tattoo they regret and wish would disappear. I once met a gorgeous, sophisticated fashion designer girl who had the Guns and Roses logo on her rib cage. She wins.
Yes, I am an old person and I am going to say, "Think carefully before you get a tattoo. Don't be impulsive or rash. You will regret it." Oh, and get away from my porch! Where are my glasses...
The first one is a rose on my general upper boob area. I got it when I was 17, and had just been fired from a cafe. Yep, that showed that mean cafe lady!!!
The second tatto I am getting removed is a star on my upper arm. There is a certain person out there with a matching one and I would rather go forward in my life without that little reminder.
(Yes, I stopped drawing my eyebrows on in the early nineties, after an intervention staged by my sister.)
The funny thing about these two little tattoos is, I want them both gone, but for very different reasons.
The Rose- I dislike the actual tattoo. It's lame and tacky and it is a great representation of why 17 year old girls shouldn't pick a tattoo off the wall of a tattoo studio in the valley with no thought whatsoever. But I love the memories it con jours up. This tattoo reminds me of the crazy time when I first left home. I was alone and responsible for myself for the first time. Living in a share house with three other girls (2 of whom I am still super close with today) I made A LOT of bad decisions, this was just one of them. But I also had some awesome fun with my friends, had many adventures and looked super cute in a beret and velvet choker! It was 1992. That's how we rolled.
The Star, I actually don't mind, as a tattoo. But it evokes too many memories I DON'T wanna keep. I want that tie broken.
I am slowly shedding the things of the past that I no longer need. I have a lot of stuff. I am in the process of deciding what I want to take with me in this next phase of our lives, and what I am happy to leave behind.
Whether it be ink, knick knacks, memories, perceptions, insecurities... I am packing some of it up. Lasering some of it off.
And just chucking a whole bunch of shit away.
Are you sentimental? Do you hang onto stuff? Or do you have a crap tattoo you wanna zap right off?