A fundraiser, writer and folk musician in the UK playing guitar, bass, singing, writing and marketing. All posts in this blog are personal and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of my employer, cat, neighbour or government.
Wednesday, September 07, 2011
Beautiful
Why would a woman who is my age want to get a tattoo? Mid life crises? Very late onset teenage rebellion?
No, it's very simple. For many years now I have felt so bad about myself - I still refer to myself as OFU - old fat and ugly. After all, the facts is the facts. I've had a terrible few years where my self-esteem was not only low, but constantly undermined from lots of directions. I'd keep struggling on, and make some ground, only to have it pulled from under me like a rug on a polished wood floor.
I went swimming last night for the first time in a year. I swim very slowly, but steadily. I have no technique to speak of other than one that suits me. I enjoy it, it makes me feel good and I am in a nice quiet place in my mind when I swim.
And that's when it hit me. My tattoo is the first thing about me that I can say is beautiful. It is a part of me that I am not ashamed of - and even though it is an addition rather than actually me - I am pleased to have something beautiful about me for the first time in my life.
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