Does size really matter?
Girls, don’t even think about it...
As a child I was fascinated by two meters tall bikers, wearing large coloured tattoos. God, how I wanted to touch their…tattoos! But mom never let me.
Now as an adult I want my own tattoo. But there are so many varieties and I have such a small body! I’d like for e.g. a big cross on my shoulder or an anaconda on my left leg, or Jimi Hendrix’ guitar on my back-at its natural size, if possible... Now, as I think of all these I remembered something quite funny.
A few months ago, I visited my grandparents, who live in a small village in Scotland. There I met grandpa’s elder sister, a bizzarre old lady, having both hands full of ugly tattoos. Poor her! We talked about her life (she’d never been married, lived almost solitary) and her tattoos (a mermaid, a knife, some names) made by a drunk boyfriend or something like that. It was creepy!
Now that I think again, I’m not so sure I want a large tattoo. God! I wanna get married and have babies. What shall I tell them when they’ll ask me why I wear that huge cross on my shoulder?
Let me think! I’ve got it! I can have a smaller tattoo (not too small although) in that place only my boyfriend could see it! It can be even a nasty one, isn’t it? Hmm!
Yeah, that’s what I’ll do! After all, size doesn’t really matter.