While some of my tattoos have no literal meaning, getting them done and having them is a major way that I practice self-care. My tattoo journey began as a project to cover up self-harm scars and deter me from harming myself further. Over time, they became a way to feel comfortable in my skin as I struggled with my body image. Now, tattoos have taken on another meaning.
I struggle with degenerative disabilities, meaning it’s very likely my pain and other symptoms will only get worse as time goes on. Lately, my life has been filled with profoundly unenjoyable appointments and tests, and as a result, I’ve felt a complete loss of control over my life and body. However, a recent addition to my tattoo collection has allowed me to feel a bit of control again. Tattoos hurt — my chronic pain hurts more — but I get to choose this pain. Now I’m healing the tattoo that has already healed me, at least a little bit, and a little bit means a whole lot right now.
Aasha is a BA student, working her way slowly and steadily towards graduating with a major in English concentrating in creative writing and a minor in philosophy. When she’s not busy with her studies, she’s hanging out with her dog, Hendrix, and spending as much time outdoors as possible.
