My Tattoo Story & What I Want To Get In The Future

To start my tattoo story I have to begin with where I got the inspiration for my first tattoo that I got when I turned eighteen, the legal age you have to be in order to get a tattoo without parental consent. When I was in eighth grade I went on a mission trip to New Orleans, which was several years but still shortly after Hurricane Katrina. While I was there helping to run a summer camp for kids in the area, one of the counselors had a faith/hope tattoo on her wrist. And I fell in love with it even drawing my own version for years until I finally got one of my own. Though it wasn’t the one I drew, but one that the tattoo parlor I went to for about half of my tattoos had. Though my body hates literally any kind of needle if I’m watching it, I got my first tattoo. It was not painful in by means. Though I did faint halfway through because like an idiot I watched the needle as it tattooed my wrist.

Dealing with Cyberbullies

Hello Everybody, Another serious post, sorry if you’re not a fan of these but it’s something I feel really strongly about. Before I get into the how to deal with cyberbullies, I feel like I need to get something off my chest. Or rather I need to saw how I’ve dealt with this in the past and then I’ll get into how it should honestly be handled. Because I did not handle it the best…