Forgotten In The Ink Of An Eye

| Mystic, CT, USA | Related | June 1, 2012

(My brothers and I live with our grandparents. I have multiple tattoos and nine piercings.)

(July 2011: I walk in the door, and my little brother stares.)

Little brother: “What’s that thing on your face?”

Me: “I got my lip pierced.”

Grandma: “Ugh.”

Me: “Gram, it’s not worse than my tattoos.”

Grandma: “Tattoos?”

(I show her my ankle, forearm and collarbone, which are all tattooed.)

Grandma: “When did you get those?”

Me: “Two years ago, and last month.”

(December 2011:)

Grandma: “When did you get that tattoo on your foot?”

Me: “September. Remember, you couldn’t believe I got my foot tattooed?”

(I move my arm and she gasps.)

Grandma: “When did you get that thing on your arm?”

Me: “June. Remember?”

(March 2012:)

Grandma: “Did I know about that tattoo on your foot?”

Me: “Yes. And the one on my forearm and my ankle and my collarbone.”

Grandma: “Your forearm?”

(May 2012:)

Grandma: “Is that tattoo on your arm new?”

Me: “Nope, but the ones on my wrists are.”

Grandma: “And what about your foot?”

Me: “I’m just going to draw you a map of all my tattoos and add to it every time I get a new one.”

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