Aint' it cute?
It hurt like hell and I don't remember my first one hurting this much. The artist said that the location of my first one (right leg, just above the ankle) should have hurt more than this one. Maybe I just have selective memory.
No matter, it's done now and I'm pleased.
Why "Freedom"? you may be asking.
Why not freedom, my friends.
Isn't that what we all want? To be free? Free from guilt, free from pain, free from fear, free from oppression.
I just want to be free to be exactly who I am. I will never again hide who I am because of fear of acceptance. For years I pretended ... I put on a show ... because I didn't think who I really was would be accepted.
Crazy I tell you, just crazy. I'm awesome just the way I am. With all my faults I am just wonderful. Sure we all have things about ourselves that we want to change. Sometimes I wish I was a little more outgoing and made friends more easily. But for the most part, I love me, baby. And if the next one can't see the awesomeness that is standing in front of him, well that is his loss. For real. I enjoy me and I enjoy my company.
Today I am free. No longer trapped in a whirlwind of deception. I sleep well at night. I am blessed. I am surrounded by love.
And for these things, I am so grateful.