Clean Slate

Voluntary scars, that’s what my tattoos were. I always remembered having this feeling- perhaps defiance, or non-conformity and I wanted myself never to forget that I chose to be different. Or maybe it was just a phase.

I still don’t know how it will look like when it’s lasered off. Will it be gone completely like they never were there in the first place? Or would I still see hints of what once was my proud skin? Of course, I now know much of who I am is way deeper than my skin. I’ll just miss them, that’s all.

(Photo above shows my arm right after the laser treatment, to date this will be my fourth.)