Photo Courtesy of Amanda Wachob
In another life, assuming that’s a thing, I’d love to be a girl who could adorn her arms with tattoos. I’ve seen some beautiful ones, but seconds after falling into admiration I see myself as a 60-year-old woman with arms that have lost their form. Men on the other hand, well they can ink away. Mmm. All of that said, if I lost a bet (or perhaps I won?) I would hand my limb over to the tattoo artist and let them sketch as though I am their canvas.
The thought feels liberating in a way, but I’ll keep it in my head…for now.