The Meaning Behind Tattoodo Readers' Tattoos
This time, it's coming from your side. Last month, we asked you, "What's the meaning behind your tattoo?"
From at least five hundred stories, we did the heavy task of picking. We've read each story, and we think they're all wonderful. Thank you so much. We have to say that we're pretty blown away by the submissions we've received from you. We can't put it all in a single post but we'd like to thank each and every one of you for all the support. It's always nice to hear from actual readers. Your stories are tons interesting.
I got my tattoos covering my whole forearm because it's a symbol and reminder for me to not self-harm. I have struggled with depression my entire life, but could not get any help until I was an adult. It's still a struggle today, but I have come far from where I once was. This tattoo has definitely helped.
My father had always a screwdriver in his pocket to repair everything. And now, I have mine to remind me that every mess in my life can be repaired just for myself. It's made by Alberto Santi from Mount Tattoo.
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I’ve had a difficult childhood. Bullies ruined my life, I was absolutely tortured. Kicked under the tables in class, made fun of, pushed around in the school yard, always on my own and hurting. Turning to teachers for help didn’t work. The first time I went to a teacher for help I was turned around by her and told “We don't like tattle tails here”. It developed into one day being pushed over and falling which resulted in me breaking my ankle and tearing all tendons and ligaments. I went to the teacher on yard duty and was told to walk it off. The next break that day I asked my teacher could I stay inside because it hurt so much, I was told I was fine and to go out. On and on the torment went for years, one nasty thing after another. Finally when I got to secondary school I thought it would be different. Turns out it wasn't. I developed an addiction to self harm, cutting a lot, hitting myself with heavy objects, closing doors on my arms, etc., severe depression, anxiety, paranoia and fear of phone calls as I was always prank called. Usually all I tried to hide as it was not for attention. Fast forward to my 21st birthday. I invited around 60 people to join me in a local pub to celebrate. two people showed up, but they were already out for other occasions. I was still alone.
At that time I was still battling myself hard addiction, trying hard to stop after scaring myself a couple of years previous when I stabbed myself in the arm with a Stanley knife because I couldn't face another day in school and wanted to just leave. So I decided to buy myself my own 21st birthday gift, two small tattoos. One, an arrow as I was hoping my situation was like an arrows, only being pulled back in order to soar forwards. But the other, the word ‘Enough' on my leg with the most scars. With over 35 scars on that leg alone I decided to place my tattoo right on top of a bunch of those scars. It was a plea for enough of the bad, enough of the hurt, enough of the torture and that I am good enough, I am smart enough, I am pretty enough, I am strong enough. It also symbolizes enough of the hurting myself, enough scars.
On the 16th of July it will be my 22nd birthday and will be almost a year since my tattoo and I am proud to say I have only had one very small self harming incident.
My "enough" tattoo was done in Newfaze in Portlaoise, Co. Laois in Ireland by a lovely guy called Dan and it is on the top of my right thigh.
Joshua Pullen from Hezekiah Custom Tattoo did mine. It's for my dad. He said if he was ever reincarnated it would be a black wolf. The first time he got diagnosed was the same month as the first blood moon, six months later, at the second blood moon, he passed away. There's a total of four blood moons in six consecutive months, and this will not happen again for 500 years it's called a triad of blood moons. Odd isn't it?
My grandparents travelled a lot. They had a passion for travelling. But unfortunately, last year, my grandpa was diagnosed with cancer and slowly he became weaker and weaker. So their last journey was to Italy. One day, he came back from the woods with pine cones. He told my grandma that he will give them to me so I can make something out of them. (I love to make DIY projects.) But sadly he could never turn them to me, because he passed away not so long after they came back.
I decided to make a memorial tattoo for him. The pine cone on my left side has a lot of meaning to me. It keeps him close to my heart forever and it is a reminder not to give up on my passion and to carry on.
This drawing symbolizes my trips in Europe, a way to escape from reality ,and a way to face all the problems that I can have. The bird symbolizes Finland, a country where I lived for three years when I was a child. There was a park where we can feed these birds (mésanges) and also squirrels, by hand. That's one of my best memory of Finland.
The seven butterflies on the right side were done about nine years ago. I have been given the nickname 'Butterfly', long before that was the "in" thing. They were done at Screaming Mimi's in Amarillo, TX. All done in one sitting. The one on the left side I just had completed last year, but it ties both together. The cherry blossoms only bloom for about 2 weeks a year around the last two weeks of April. I had a daughter who was born April 28, 1994 and she passed away on Christmas Eve the same year. The other name is Sean, my son who turned thirteen last year. There's is a total of thirteen butterflies between both tattoos combined, [equates to] Sean's age. I had it completed on the day Shayla would have been 21 years old. [The] second one took six weeks to complete and was done at the Tattooed Heart in Lafayette, Indiana.
My tattoo says 'Seeing is deceiving dreaming is believing.' It's the line from a song by Jessie J; 'Who You Are'. I was in an abusive relationship from when I was fourteen until I was nineteen. He was nineteen when we met. Of course it started with just regular fights and it got worse gradually. He was jealous of every guy I talked to and didn't trust me with anyone. Even when I was with a girl friend he would call me every hour and ask who is that in the background. It was horrible.
I was in a school for music, in a band at school and my own band, I had to quit because he didn't want me to be with so many guys. I started hairdressing school in our last year together and even then, he didn't trust me! He went away every night and locked the doors so I couldn't go anywhere. One time he came back and had a note with a phone number of some girl. Normally I wouldn't react the way I did but that was the thing that made me so mad that I cut of his hair in his sleep and then broke up with him.
The song 'Who You Are' helped me the months before our break up when I was trying to get the courage to get away.
No one knew what was going on and I was always smiling when people were around, covering all the bruises in my neck with make up. So that's why seeing is deceiving is a powerful sentence to me.
I'm now together for two and a half years with a guy I loved since I was eleven years old, we lost contact and I never erased his phone number; our songs 'Seven Days in Sunny June & Blinded by the Sun' and the only picture I had of him is still in my old computer. I work as a hairdresser in the salon my dad will own in a month across the street from a big music building and met my favourite band when I asked them if they wanted a haircut. Dreaming is believing.
I'm still suffering from PTSD but I'm getting better and better!
Thank you, Tattoodo readers!