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How Tattoos Increased My Confidence

Grab a cuppa, get comfy, because this is something I’ve wanted to share for a little while. Whilst the topic is primarily about tattoos, it’s not aimed at just those with tattoos.

Getting asked about my tattoos is a regular occurrence, both when live streaming and in real life. They’ve always been a great ice breaker when meeting and talking to new people, plus on the whole, generally people are very complimentary.

Of course, on the flip side there’s always a few negative comments / judgemental toned questions too.

“Why did you ruin your skin like that?”

“What do your parents think?”

“Tattoos aren’t very feminine, they definitely look better on males”

“Do they actually mean anything?”

“I’m sure you were so pretty before you did that”

Don’t even get me started on those people who think they’re entitled to just grab or touch your arm / leg (insert body part here) etc, in order to admire / judge your artwork. *Serious eye roll / face palm.*

The reasons people get tattoos are as varied as tattoos themselves. Some have a deep meaning or sentimental reasons for getting some ink done, others simply think a certain design is aesthetically pleasing. In this post I thought I’d share a long story short version of the meaning behind my own artwork.

I don’t really remember developing a love for ink. It just kinda happened. Whilst I’d had the odd piercing growing up, the moment I got my first tattoo I knew it wouldn’t be my last.

Growing up I struggled majorly with my mental health. I spent the majority of my teen years in and out of hospital desperately trying to gain some control over my eating disorder and self harming behaviour. Eventually at the age of 17 I was detained under the mental health act and forced to undertake intense treatment. It was only as I was deep in to recovery that I truly began to comprehend the damage I was doing / had done to myself. I’d essentially cut myself to shreds. The scars a constant reminder of the past.

I think I got the idea watching an episode of Miami Ink, or something similar. A young woman who’d also struggled with self harm was having a sleeve tattooed in order to cover up the scars. Through getting inked she was turning a really painful part of her life into something beautiful… I knew that was what I wanted too.

So at 18 I got my first tattoo and the rest as they say is history. Whilst I don’t have a sleeve, I’ve got a fair few individual pieces that take up some space. If you’re up close you can still see the scars underneath but very few people get that up close and personal.

Each individual piece has some sort of meaning. Whether it’s in memory of a friend or family member, a favourite quote or just something that means something to me.

I personally feel like my ink has increased my confidence. They’re a part of me and at this point I couldn’t imagine not having them.

So when people say I’ve ruined my skin or how I must have been so pretty before I got them done. The temptation to slap them is real because I know damn well my skin was ruined beforehand.

I don’t feel the need to explain my tattoo story to everyone who grabs my arm and starts to ask questions or make comments. It’s totally ok to not even have a story and just have ink because you think it looks nice. No judgement here.

Oh and how about we all just stop randomly grabbing each other’s arms / legs. It’s not ok. You wouldn’t do it to someone without tattoos, so don’t do it to those of us inked up awesome people. Just ask nicely if you’d like to have a closer look at their artwork. Generally being polite / basic manners go a long way. Please. Thankyou.

Whether you have tattoos or not I hope you’ve enjoyed this post.

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You Have The Power – Blogtober #13

Ok so this post is probably a) not what you expect it’s going to be and b) a little all over the place. Bare with me.

It’s hard not to log on to social media and be bombarded by cliche motivational quotes, inspirational life transformation stories. The if I can do it you can posts. I follow a lot of fitness models so believe me they’re there. You may have a little read, relate, hit the like button, but are you actually inspired? Or motivated? Are you gonna put out your morning ciggie and go for a run? (Yep I’m a dirty smoker)

I read a lot of articles while preparing to write this post and the general consensus was that posting quotes isn’t actually motivational or inspirational at all. It’s just a quick way of racking up the Instagram likes. 

Now I’m 1000% guilty of posting this type of content on my social media feeds. Not because I have any intent on inspiring anyone, but more so because I want to remember said quote myself.


Ultimately though any positive changes I’ve made in life have been down to me. My own real life experiences offer motivation. For example not being able to fit in my favourite jeans any more motivated me to lose weight.

The subject of weightloss leads me talking about body confidence. I’ve said a million times that I love a good selfie, and yeah, watching the number of likes go up on a picture certainly makes me feel good. Likes aren’t everything though. Likes won’t help you when you can’t stand what you see each morning in the mirror. 

I’ve genuinely known girls go out dressed in the most ridiculous and uncomfortable outfits. They aren’t happy but it looks good on Instagram right? We all need to start caring a little less about what our social media followers think and ask ourselves if we like what we’re wearing, if we feel good.

Confidence in general, or specifically body confidence, just like motivation and inspiration comes from within. It comes from you. No amount of quotes or likes can create it.

YOU HAVE THE POWER AND ALWAYS HAVE DONE !! 

Told you this post would seem all over the place but I hope it’s made some sense at least.

Charlotte 

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