About four months before I got my first tattoo, I put up a Facebook status asking friends if they thought I could pull off a full sleeve. The responses were, well, consistent.
Needless to say, friends and family didn’t think my wiry frame would look good with an arm of black and grey ink covering one of my arms.
I had always wanted a tattoo. I had always wanted a sleeve of tattoos. I’ve thought about two sleeves of tattoos. But I needed to see if I liked or could tolerate one before committing to altering such a large portion of my body.
The post was merely for feedback. I believe that anything you do to your body (piercings, tattoos, etc.) should be because you want to do it. On Jan. 5, 2015, I went under the needle.
It’s now two years later. The sleeve is complete, and things look, well, a little differently.
I’m probably going to ask for feedback today just to see if anyone’s answer has changed. If it has, great; if it hasn’t, it won’t bother me. The important thing is that I not only love my ink, but that I feel more confident and complete than I did two years ago.
As far as I’m concerned, that’s all that matters.