The Story of My First Tattoo ♡

There is quite a story that comes with my first tattoo, and I would be happy to share it with you just for fun! So keep reading if you’re interested! 😊

I only have one tattoo as of now, and I absolutely love it. I got it Spring Break of my second year of university, on March 18, 2015, almost a month after I turned 20. I have wanted a tattoo since I was 14; so, when I was finally going to get one, I was more than happy.

I never really knew what I wanted a tattoo of, but I just knew that I wanted one. A few days before I got my tattoo, I was thinking of getting a small paper airplane with the trail marks wrapping around only half my wrist. My roommate even drew it on me so I could see how it looked. Sorry, there’s no better picture. >,<

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I was so set on getting this design. It was simple, yet cute, and small enough to just see if I can handle the pain for more than 10 minutes. I told my mum that I wanted to get a tattoo SOON; this was a few days before I was going to fly home and see her for break. She knew I wanted to get a tattoo for a long time, and since I was older now (but still a child at heart), she was totally fine with it. 💜

I got home, and decided to get my tattoo the next day. I was extremely excited, but my mum kept questioning the design. She was okay with me getting one, but kept asking “are you sure you want an airplane?” I kept reassuring her that that is what I wanted, so she let me be.

Oh yeah, did I mention? I’m super scared of needles. I faint when I get injections. But my want for a tattoo was much stronger than my fear. Mind over matter y’all. Face your fears.😜

Anyway, in the car on our way to the tattoo shop (which I heavily researched, and all of you should do your research as well before getting a tattoo), my mum kept questioning me again about the design. Finally, I said “UGH FINE, WHAT SHOULD I GET THEN?” and she was like “I don’t know, whatever you want. But see, you changed your mind about the design, meaning you didn’t really want it.” -___-

I was freaking out a little bit because we were almost there. But then I thought, “oh my gosh. I can get ANYTHING I want.” I seriously realized this when we were like 10 minutes away from the shop. I guess I wasn’t thinking clearly of what I wanted to be tattooed on me but instead, thinking of actually getting a tattoo. Weird, right?

My mind started thinking hard. I still wanted something small, just to try out what getting a tattoo was like. But now, I was actually thinking deeper about things I love and what I grew up with. I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED CUTE THINGS, and I adored anime when I was younger, and still do now. And one of the main ones I grew up with was Sailor Moon. 🌙💕

I quickly looked up Sailor Moon tattoos, and saw the moon and the bunny (Usagi, which is Sailor Moon’s name, means rabbit or bunny). So, I felt this to be perfect. I know that most of you think that I should’ve designed my own tattoo and should not have just “settled” for the first thing I saw online, but when I saw the moon and bunny, there was nothing more that I wanted but this design. My mum agreed and so did my sister, who went with us as well.

I went into the shop and filled out a form. And let me tell you, it was scary. Signing a form that pretty much asks you to agree to risk your life is absolutely terrifying. But, I took a deep breath and hoped for the best. It was all worth it.

The set-up process (where the artist draws the design on a transfer sheet and sets up the needle and ink) actually took longer than me getting tattooed. But after he was done with the set-up, I seriously sat in the chair for 10 minutes watching the him make something permanent on my body, and then I was done! (btw, it didn’t really hurt as much as I thought it would, but it depends WHERE you get it on your body)

I walked into the shop tattoo-less and left it with my new, super adorable first tattoo. 🐰🌙

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I definitely want more. But this time, I’m pondering more as to what I want and even designing them myself. So stay tuned for my future tatts.

Do any of you have first (or second or third or seventh) tattoo stories? Share them below! I’d love to read about them!

Thanks for reading. 

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