I waited until thirty years old to finally get a tattoo. I have thought about it for such a long time, but was so worried that I would end up regretting it. What if I no longer liked the design or the placement, or what if it didn't come out the way I wanted it? A lot times I felt too fickle to choose something for forever. But I went for it and I'm still feeling great about it. One of my favorite parts of the experience was when the artist was all finished, he looked at me and ominously said, "you're one of us now".
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