.Bows.

The bows are just fluff. I thought they were cute and girly and just decided to get them. I'm usually not one for a rash decision, but I think sometimes I just think TOO much. I'm 24, and just said fuck it, you only live once. I hate to live in fear or regret. If I get sick of them, I'll just get them removed! Rick got mad at me for whining about the blue in the background. While Pete was tattooing me he mentioned that he wanted to add it. Since he was in his artist mode I thought he would know best. Aftermath? I've contemplated it after the fact and am not sure what I think about that part. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don't. So whatever.



They also look crooked in this picture, but I have to use the excuse as the angle and my right leg. When I was 16 a part of my femur died and just broke off for no apparent reason. Gross, right? I was on crutches for two years while doctors figured out the best possible way to repair a teenagers knee so that I wouldn't need another surgery. Needless to say, during those two years I went through a growth spurt and my good leg grew a half a shoe size seems to have grown slightly longer. I also am so used to shifting my weight to my good leg that I just have a funny stance. And my bad knee will always remain a little bit swollen and can't straighten out as well. I think for the most part these are subtle things that people usually don't notice and I never bitch about, but instead of you guys thinking my tattoo artist was drunk or stupid, I wanted to explain a bit. Pete had a hell of a time matching them up and placed than many times.

So...you like?