Ten years ago today, I got a tattoo.
Not a good idea in the first place, it became the symbol of all my regrets rolled into one...in FOUR COLOR RIDICULOUSNESS...on my lower back.
In 2007, I decided it was time to put the past behind and put my behind through laser tattoo removal.
Expensive and Painful...and an on-going reminder of how silly I'd been...
Pain, swelling, blisters, itching, burning. Unable to sleep at night. I had two babies with NO medication and it was not NEARLY as painful as this...
This picture was taken last night. Ten years later...
Obviously, it has faded immensely. But maybe, much like every other regret
in life, a little bit of it lingers on--long after the actual event is over--to remind me not to go there again.
To be honest, there are some things that just won't ever fade away.