Ever since I can remember, tattoos and piercings have been a part of my life. My parents used to keep a Fox's biscuit tin on top of a bookcase full of plugs and metal stretchers and pliers. The tin used to scare me till I hit 13 and stretched my own ear, to 2.4mm. I guess that was my first experience with this sorta thing.
Hey. I'm Jenn. I'm 17. I have fake 4mm plugs in both lobes, a right snakebite and a gorgeous new tattoo!
I don't know what possessed me to finally go and do it, reallyy. Maybe it was the "just starting college" rebellion thing. Or maybe I was just bored. All I know, is it was the weekend after my birthday and I had major dollars to blow.
During the week, me and my best mate Sophie went on a hunt for a place that would tattoo me. We trecked round Manchester, Stretford, and finally stopped outside of our old high school in Altrincham. Liquid Ink. From the outside it looks new, clean and professional. Inside, it was immaculate. The man on the desk...can't remember his name for the life of me, seemed friendly and cool, so I was booked in for Saturday at 1.
Saturday rolled around all too soon. So it's no wonder me and my girlfriend both shit ourselves when we woke up at 11. We were actually rushing round like headless chickens not to be late. I never eat...which is apparently one thing you MUST do before getting a tattoo, but I don't believe in changing the habits of a lifetime for one day. We literally had to leg it up the main road, so we wouldn't be late. It must have made a hilarious sight...a pair of lesbians running up the high street, it's not something seen every day, granted.
We arrived in the studio and after I signed the forms we had a 5 minute wait while my artist, Wayne, set up the needles and stuff. By this time I was, literally, crapping myself. I had no idea what he was doing, and when he told me to lay down on the bed, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. My mind was thinking "HELP, WHY AM I DOING THIS?" I didn't know. He drew the star on my hip, exactly where I thought I wanted it, and once I'd checked with Amy that it looked okay, I told him we were ready to go.
"One, two, three, go." He started. Oh. My. God. It really hurt. A hell of a lot. I don't know if it's because I'm so thin or if I've not been eating, or if I'm just very sensitive, but it was actually the worst pain I've ever felt. I was squeezing my girl's hand so tight I thought I was going to break it. I thought I was going to cry. Since it was only a small star, all Wayne had to do were 10 short lines. They flew by, it literally only took 5 minutes. When he said he was done, Amy showed me how it looked in the mirror on my phone. Wow. Major fucking wow. It looked amazing. Exactly like I wanted it. She looked at me in the mirror. I was pale and sweating and shaking. Wayne put some Vaseline on it and told me to clean it once a day and put Vaseline on it. The star set me back £25 but I left him a £5 tip because he was really nice to me for the whole thing.
Once we got to the train station, fag in hand, I reached into my bag for my bottle of water. Oh my god. It's bleeding. I screamed. No joke. A major blood curdling scream. I was wearing my best top as well, and it was covered in a black bloody mess. Once we arrived in town I showed it to all my friends, who were all amazingly impressed. I'm the first person in our group to get one done, so they were all fussing me and asking to see it. It still hurt.
I was asked by one snobby girl why I got it. What's the symbolism? A star is made up of the same matter as a human. This means we're stars. A star is a celebrity, therefore if we are all stars we are all famous in our own way. The star is a symbol to me of how I am going to be a celebrity someday.
I've had my star nearly a week now, and it looks....weird. The line's have gone all crusty looking, and bits of the ink surface are picking off. It looks odd. I still like it though. I hope it's not infected, because I read on here you're not supposed to use Vaseline on it, so I've been using moisturizer instead.
Thanks for reading (:
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 19 Oct. 2009