In the last decade, I've developed a lot of compassion for younger Ruth. I have a lot of growing I still need her to do, but I am also more compassionate toward my fuckups, my anxieties, my adorations, my obsessions, my hopeless crushes, my misconceptions, my flaws...
And even if, say, I were to become a person in 20 years who really isn't into the idea of having a bat tattooed between her breasts (JUST BRAINSTORMING THAT, NOT MY FIRST GO-TO), I hope she'll have love, compassion, and fond memories of the much younger woman who DID. I hope me then will love me now, because me now needs her love. Fin.
tattoos / death 2? Afficher plus
... but now we're alive. And unlike when we were stretched at capacity, I feel like I can choose how I want to live. and I can choose what I want for my body.
I also have disposable income and it's not that I haven't had it before but the thought I'd spend it to put something on my body that's primarily for me? That's a new adjustment.
I also finally have a job where I don't worry it will impair my prospects of getting another one. Some of the higher-ups have VISIBLE tattoos. That's huge.
But you know how I said death? I think that's the other thing---not all the tattoos I want will be visible. I think I want a memento mori on my thigh.