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My First Tattoo


Fun fact; this quote is from "The Wizard of Oz", but I assure you that even though I genuinely love The Wizard of Oz, that was not the reason for this inking. 
I have wanted a tattoo since I was about ten. I think they're beautiful and an awesome external expression of the human soul.
I wanted to start small. I wasn't sure if I wanted to start with a 'meaningful' tattoo or not. I'm a big believer of people getting tattoo just because they love how they look, rather than all tattoos needing to have a meaning.
I had been searching for months. I wanted (and still want) a million and one tattoos, but that isn't viable. One day, I came across this quote and I knew it was it, like how women seem to get that feeling in Say Yes to The Dress.
"You've always had the power my dear, you just had to learn it for yourself."
It is common knowledge that I have struggled with mental health issues and personal problems. I've felt hopeless, burdensome, powerless.
Worthless and powerless is a feeling I was familiar with. Becky made me feel powerless, as did panic attacks and depression. Though, after time, I was able to make small victories. Calming down instead of having a panic attack. Attending school. Socialising. Recently, going to college, accepting that people love me.
Just like anyone with a mental illness, disorder or emotional issues, we have a sleeping power. At first it may seem small or non-existent, but it's there. It takes determination and time, but you have and always will have power. You just have to learn it for yourself. 
Just like I have.


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