the tattoo

I have spent the first 40 years of my life tattoo-less……I have lived in the skin I was born with…..with no alterations, other than my pierced ears and the array of stretch marks that my child bearing years have left up my tummy.  My voluptuous breast, although many have questioned if they are real or not……are indeed mine……it is a product of DNA rather than a great plastic surgeon…….So as to this date……I sport the skin and accessories that I was born in……but not for much longer.

 

I have decided to get a tattoo. 

 

I have done many things in my life….raced street legal race cars, jump 6 foot fences on a beautiful thoroughbred,  danced on the bar at O’Salivan’s Pub in my cheerleading skirt,  became a member of the Heineken Club at the Munchie Emporium and had my name written on the ceiling after drinking 12 Heinekens in a row,  dated a famous football player, a finalist in the show us your tan contest without showing my ta-ta’s, voted girl with the sexiest legs in school,  won a zillion drinking games against burly football players because I have the constitution of a horse,  been on the cover of a record album…..the array of strange random stuff I have done and/or been a party to are endless……I think I have done it all except one thing…. get a tattoo……so…..I guess at age 40 it’s time.

 

I have thought long and hard about this and I finally decided what my body art will consist of…..

 

The tattoo will be a symbol…..a “sankofa”.  It is a Adinkra symbol from the Ghana Coast of Africa.  It translates to “you must understand and learn from your past in order to move into the future.” 

 

Ah….the things I’ve learned in the past 40 years…….I could write a book……but what a great 40 years it has been. 

 

So now I guess the next 40 will include a tattoo…..or two.

 

 

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