Yesterday I got my first tattoo! A little Hidden Mickey on the back of my neck. Disney has always had the biggest place in my heart, having been my escape from depression, eating disorders, my family breaking up, bullying, and so many more other awful things that life decided to throw at me. I use the movies and soundtracks to distract myself, cheer myself up and make me feel empowered, like if the characters could get through whatever hardships they're going through, I can get through whatever I'm going through.
I've been planning my tattoos since I was 14, and I knew that at least one of my tattoos would be Disney themed. Honestly, I'm glad it was my first one.
My friend Eve came with me for moral support (which turned into her taking photos of me through the glass between the waiting room and the studio.) But all in all, she really did make me feel better about the whole thing. She said she was more nervous than I was, that she was sat in the waiting room feeling sick with nerves for me, so I think she took all of my nerves away from me.
My artist is a man who did all of my Mum's tattoos, so I trusted him straight off. He made me feel at ease, and eventually had to tell my mum and Eve to get away from the door because they were making me shake. I honestly wasn't nervous until he put the transfer on, then I was - pardon my language - absolutely shitting myself.
I've spent the last 24 hours sat on my dressing table, looking in the front camera of my phone to see how gorgeous it is in the mirror. I'm totally in love, and I don't think I could ever explain how much this tattoo means to me. It's my own little personal reminder that when things get awful, I always have something to escape to. It's the start of a better life for me, a happier, more confident life.
After all, it all started with a mouse.
I'll see you next time, then.