There it is. For all to see. My 18-year-old decision. I feel compelled to explain the meaning (or lack there of) behind this horrendous piece of "artwork" I had permanently placed on my groin. This beaut of a tattoo was not well thought out; in fact, I was on the sexually innocent side at that age and there was absolutely NO correlation between the fruit and "cherry popping." I promise.
In high school, girlfriends would give me birthday gifts with cherries on them. I had a CD tower that was painted black with red cherries all over it. I also had a glass cherry picture frame. I really liked cherries. I mean, I still do. It is one of my favorite fruits. But I also like wine and cheese and gummy worms but I don't have these tattooed on my bod.
When my mom found out about the tattoo she didn't talk to me for a month. Then I got my second, stars on my feet, and she began calling me a slot machine. I deserved it.
Anyone who has tattoos can probably relate to the fact that they become a part of your body, essentially invisible. I don't notice them on a daily basis. So I hadn't really noticed how faded the cherries had become in recent years. It never really mattered because I could easily conceal it, even in a bikini.
I woke up one day last month and noticed, I mean REALLY noticed, how stupid and ugly and faded this tattoo is. I did a little research about tattoo removal and have decided to take the plunge. It certainly costs more than getting the tattoo to begin with but often enough fixing our mistakes is a lot harder/more expensive than the act itself!
I don't regret the decision but I am ready to make a new decision and undo the mistake. 2016 is the year of undoing mistakes and making better choices! Whooop!