Apparently I'm a Hoodlum...THUG LIFE!

Tomorrow is October 1^st.  There are 3 months until the end of the year.  For the most part 2012 has been a pretty decent year.  I’m praying what little remains will be just as great as the beginning was.  I’m hoping to end the year with Craig as well.  We’ve talked about him coming out for Christmas for quite some time so I’m anticipating that’s still in the works.

So, to vent a little.  The other day the topic of tattoos came up with my mother and it’s not a topic I readily discuss with her due to the fact that she is so anti-tattoo.  For me every tattoo I have considered or gotten have all had a deeply personal meaning and reason behind them.  My brother and I were talking about wrist tattoos and my mom said that she thought of druggies and suicide when she thought of wrist tattoos. She then went on to ask why the sudden need to get inked and asked if it was because of my boyfriend.  I promptly stared at her aghast and reminded her that I was tattooed YEARS before I ever met Craig, have had dozens of other designs in the works since then, Poppy and I have been talking tattoos for at least 5 years and yes I am in a relationship where the guy I’m with accepts and even enjoys tattoos but he is not influencing what I am doing to MY body.  She then said that she is just worried about how I’ll look when I’m 80 and how I’ll feel about them when I’m elderly.  Like I mentioned earlier, my tats are all very personal to me.  I have gone through a hell of a lot of shit in my 29 few years and tattoos are very cathartic to me.  Track my journey and remember where I’ve been and how far I’ve come and where I could have ended up.  I’m not one of those people who just puts something on their body just because.  “Oh hey why don’t you get a can of cheese whiz just for the hell of it?” “OK!” Um no, that’s not me…  So back to the wrist tattoos.  There is a reason and a personal one I want wrist tattoos.  I am not a druggie or a thug, never have been nor will I ever be.  During my sophomore and junior year in high school I felt like my life was out of control.  Besides suffering from an eating disorder and my mom’s new dating life and being told I might very well lose my sight, I just couldn’t  handle things anymore.  I hit rock bottom and tried to regain some control in my life by trying to end it.  I don’t talk about this.  Very few people know.  But I would like to cover up the scars on my wrist, I’ve put that part of my life behind me.  I want to get “neart” and “cruadal” one on each wrist.  Neart is gaelic for strength and cruadal is gaelic for courage/toughness.  Neart is both Scottish and Irish and cruadal is Scottish.  They aren’t going to be huge, maybe 2-3 inches in length and an inch to inch and a half tall.  My mom finished the conversation with, “Well, you’re almost 30 Rebekah.  I guess you can do whatever you want with your body but I’m just saying…”  Why does this even come up?  I mean COME ON!  It’s not her body.  She doesn’t have to look at them.  My other siblings have tattoos as well.  Her husband has one for goodness sake!  Why with me are things second guessed?  Why am I questioned extra hard?  I’ve been the good kid out of us 5...

 Anyway, I digress… so after the wrist tattoos are completed in the next few weeks I have decided that I will wait to get my next piece done based on the amount of weight I lose.  Which in a way is a double win, not only am I getting “rewarded” for my hard work by losing weight I am also getting ink. And I also am slowing how quickly that ink is appearing on my body, ha ha! I found an artist that I adore in both work and personality and I have A LOT planned for the future and having a streamlined back is part of that journey.  So I have decided I will get work done every 20 lbs I lose even if it’s just partials at this point with the exception of going to Australia in March as the sea turtle tattoo will be getting done then.  SO hitting it hard for the next 6 months is the plan for sure which means some decent work done if I make goal! So here goes nothing!