Ink, by Jennie
Well, something I have been waiting for for over 10 years has finally happened – I finally have some ink.
This was one of the most profound experiences of my life. it was almost 3 hours straight but during the whole process it was as if time just stopped. It was meditative and felt like a scouring of my soul. everything that has happened, all the self-doubt and fear is gone. It struck me that my belief in this thing is so strong that the symbol has become an object for change in me. The symbol isn’t what matters, it’s the belief that has the ability to change. For some it may be religion, for others it may be their family or a cause to fight for, all symbols of importance to that individual. The belief is the key, I am finally learning how important belief is and how powerful. This may seem a silly thing to believe in, but it isn’t any sillier than other objects of belief.
The fact that it is permanently engraved on my skin, to know that I suffered for it, is allowing me to take back my self, to own who I am. This is a symbol of strength, sensuality, confidence and power. It represents me, a me that I lost a long time ago. Now I am taking my self back- I finally feel like me again. Believing in this symbol is allowing me, ultimately, to believe in myself.
I was afraid I might lose this feeling, then I realized that the only way for me to lose it is to let myself lose it.