Last Wednesday, July 24, was the four-year anniversary of the day I got my first and only tattoo. One month earlier, I had turned 18 and graduated from high school. I was ready for a tattoo.
I wasn’t concerned about the needle, as they don’t bother me after years of blood draws and IVs. But I was scared about marking myself for life. I worried, irrationally, that my friends at church would shun me for branding the body that God had given me.
Many people don’t know this about me, but I love quotes. You could even call me a collector, of sorts. Quotes have gotten me through some of the toughest times in my 15 years with mitochondrial myopathy. One day, my mom suggested that I search for popular idioms online. I found a few that I liked but none resonated with me until I came across “Blessing in Disguise.” It was perfect. In three words it summed up my life and my relationship with my disease.
Living with a chronic illness is a challenge at times. My cells produce a small amount of energy, which makes it difficult to hang out with my friends as much as I’d like. Because Mito doesn’t affect my outward appearance, I am used to dealing with doctors who think that I’m faking my illness. My life with Mito hasn’t been easy, but I have had some wonderful adventures that might not have happened if I didn’t have this disease. That’s why “Blessing In Disguise” is an apt description of my life.
I am an artistic person, and I knew that I would nitpick any design that a tattoo artist created for me. I couldn’t give up the reins for something that would be a part of me forever. I wanted something as unique as I am, so I decided to design my own tattoo.
My board on Pinterest, dedicated to calligraphy and typography, inspired the layout and fonts that I used. I included some flourishes and arrows to break up the design. The arrows represent how life’s challenges can make us feel like we’re being pulled backward, while we’re actually being launched forward into greatness.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to do much research to find a qualified artist. I had met the artist who’d created my mom’s tattoo a year before. He uses various forms of art including photorealism and American tradition, and his shop had five stars on Yelp.
Besides being a talented artist, he’s also a nice person, which was important to me, as I wanted my first tattoo to be a positive experience. The last thing I needed was someone swearing in my face while poking me with a needle.
I anticipated that it might not be easy for him to tattoo me because my body needs to be supported. Sitting upright in an office chair for an hour would deplete my energy and cause a relapse. He moved a heavy-looking dentist’s chair across the room and tilted it back into a lounge position to make me as comfortable as possible.
I love my tattoo, and I’m thrilled that it’s now a part of me. I wouldn’t change a thing about it. It’s a symbol of how God has worked in my life and the many blessings that have come my way.
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