Okay. So since I was little, more like a teenager, I always wanted to have a tattoo but I knew deep down that the right thing to do was to wait until I was older and 100% sure of my choice(or just because I knew my parent wouldn’t approve lol). I didn’t want to be the girl with the tweety bird tattoo on the shoulder blade or to be stuck with a tramp stamp. I wanted to make a wise decision. Oh and the second reason is that I’m scared to death of needles!! Yah.
So about 4 months ago, I began thinking more and more of that tattoo I wanted… I was really happy with the achievements I did in my life so far and I wanted something to remember it. Not only fitness achievements but also personal life and self goals achievements. I had a friend who was in the business that kept on posting photos of the tattoo he did for customers and I was like, THAT’S IT. I want one. So I started putting some money aside each week until I had enough for one.
The decision of a tattoo artist is really important. You need someone who you can trust(if it’s your first time), who take care of his customers and someone who is impeccably clean. That’s why I turned to my friend, Markett Bjergunsen. He is just SO talented. He does the work in an office in his house in Saint-Jérôme. If it’s your first time and you need someone to trust, contact this guy,
So I arrived there all panicky and I had knots in my stomach. I was so stressed but I really wanted that tattoo more than anything so I took my courage and stepped in his house. Before he started he made a small line just so I can know what it feels like. Not bad at all… Then he started for real. My heart began pumping like crazy, I couldn’t breathe, I was sweating like a pig and crying. IT F***ing HURT!!! What the hell!? People around me kept telling me that it doesn’t hurt at all and it only feels like someone is pinching you for and hour. YEAH RIGHT! I wanted to die. Anyway, I couldn’t stop at that point because I didn’t want to leave with a couples of line on my wrist. I took a break, drank water, hold my boyfriend’s hand and kept going like a big girl. Because apparently big girls don’t cry. It was tuff. My body didn’t get used to it even after an hour. It was still hurting as much at the end.
Anyway, I’m glad it’s done and I have a nice personal tattoo. I initially wanted a peacock feathers on my ribs but I didn’t want to die yet. So I got black birds on my wrist/forearms. I’m not going to go into the details on the meaning but in a resume is for being free from myself.