Sorry for the poor quality. This picture was taken with my cell phone. My tattoo was conceived by me, designed my my friend A, and inked by Rich Kocis at Peace of Art Tattoo in Chicago Heights, IL.
Rich, the tattoo guy, is really neat. He became a Christian 8 years ago, and has been in the business for 7 years. I never expected that when I'd get my first tattoo it'd be by a big burly guy who posts pictures of his family all around his art space, along with a scripture verse on a dry erase board, and with him occasionally breaking out in song alone with the praise songs on the sound system.
The amazing thing is that it didn't seem contrived or hokey, but very genuine. It all seemed very fitting because my tattoo is all about my journey over the last 3 years of my life, and accepting that I am God's beloved, and that God loves me not despite my imperfections, but because they are a part of me, who he created. One song, which I didn't recognize, that played throughout the process was about being God' daughter. Hmm. Quite possibly one of the most bizarrely meaningful moments of my life.
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OUCH. on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being intense pain you've never known in your life and 1 being an ice cream sandwich, where did this fall?
Actually 5.5, maybe a 6. Way less painful than dislocating my kneecap, more painful than the little electrode shocks my chiropractor sends pulsing through my muscles.
But, this tattoo is neither large nor elaborate. Let's just say I'm not running out to get my whole chest covered anytime soon.
to me it felt like rubbing an area of skin with sandpaper, or maybe a couple of nails. it hurts, then youd kind of get used to it, then the guy pulls the needle away to clean it and puts it back in the same spot.
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