As I mentioned before, my tattoos tend to be me-related and I shove tons of meaning through them if there is any chance of me getting them. I want them to be pretty but I want them to represent who I am and what I believe in.

My plan for my third tattoo had all of that. My main issue with it is that it had a lot more detail and was bigger. I was definitely over-confident in the pain department, though. I take pain well and my other two (both on bone) didn’t hurt, so while I did consider that this one would hurt more, it was definitely far worse than I thought.

But, I got it. It took an hour and fourty-five minutes. Most of which was spent keeping still and digging my fingernails into my fingers and palm to counteract the pain. Why, you ask? Because the tattoo is on my left side, smack dab on my ribs.

Lemme tell you, don’t get a tattoo there unless you’re ok with tons of pain. And I take pain well.

Click the more thingy for a picture. Keep in mind it was taken the night I got the tattoo, so it’s really really red. And keep in mind it was taken with my camera phone so it is a tad blurry. Better in person.

The feather is representative of a nickname I’ve had for forever. Heather Feather. It’s an owl feather because my Native American name is Little Owl (I’m part Cherokee). The three beads are memorial towards my Grampa, brother, and mom.

Ps. Michael got a phoenix on his calf. This is a link to a picture of it. I think it’s pretty darn awesome; what about you? He blogged it!