Ariel view of Charliee after she has eaten her dinner (and left it everywhere) and lays down for her evening nap
ps: yes, she crosses her little legs and sticks them out behind her when she’s feeling extra lazy, like today 🏖
I'll have better pictures of it once it's healed (& not all flaky) but ahhhhhh I love it so much. Artist: @tattoosbysona
Every time I get a tattoo, I feel like I become more of myself little by little...like my physical body is catching up with my soul. 10 year old me is putting a fist up in the air for who I am right now and tbh it's the most empowering feeling.
Desi girls get tattoos, too. In fact, it has originated for brown and black cultures. Prior to imperialism, tattoos, scarification...pretty much any type of body modification was celebrated and respected in various cultures. I personally love tattoos because it teaches me to have a healthy relationship with my body.
From an early age, I was fully aware that my soul/spirit was in collaboration with a physical presence, aka my physical body that my spirit was most attracted to. The point of the collaboration was to also remind myself that my physical body and spiritual soul were not one in the same. It's basically only a temporary set up the way I was arranged. When I came to this conclusion, I realized that my attachment to this physical collaboration needed to be dealt on a healthy amount of thread. Not so loose that it would break, but also not so tight that I would wanna call it quits and find another way to cope until nature took its course.
See, I was taught from a young age that my body is a temple...but was simultaneously told that I need to have the concept and practice of detachment mastered before I proceed to the next stages. This was confusing to me because I expressed GREAT interest (from a verrrrrrry early age) in body modification--specifically tattoos. The only way I could rationalize getting tattoos without letting anxiety overcome me drastically was to tell myself that getting tattoos would teach me to remain detached from things that remain permanent in life. I'm stuck with these sick ass pieces of art forever. I couldn't feel more blessed. Damn right I'm gonna decorate my beautiful ass temple while I have it. I won't have it forever.
Started early around 4AM. An hour into the hike, the trail vanishes, covered in deep snow. The last two hours were trusting a previous hikers path. Hiking in knee deep snow, our shoes and socks get wet. Finally get to the ridge line just in time for the sunrise. Is it worth it?