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My skin, a blank canvas

Since I was a girl, I liked tattoos. I remember that in Venezuela there were some candies that had figures on their wrappers which you could stick to your skin with just water. With my allowance, I bought thousands of these candies just for the figures they had: apples, snakes, butterflies. I remember that my grandmother scolded me once and made me wash with soap because I put a skull on my arm. My grandmother thought it was a bad thing, but to me, the skull seemed awesome.

In fact, I once spent some time in Coche, a paradisiacal island in Venezuela, and there was a place where they did temporary tattoos, and I didn't hesitate: I got a butterfly tattoo on my lower abdomen, on the left side. No lie, the week that tattoo lasted, I felt like the sexiest and boldest girl on the island. It was as if the tattoo made me more carefree, sensual, and feline.

With this confession, anyone might imagine that I have many tattoos, but no. I love tattoos and people who have tattoos, but I don't have a single one. It's inexplicable. It's not that I have any taboo, fear, or belong to any religion that forbids it, I just have never decided to get one.

Since I really like tattoos, it's not surprising that sometimes I find myself looking at some tattoos and playing with the idea of getting one. I like all winged creatures, such as birds, dragonflies, and butterflies. I would like to get a small, minimalist butterfly tattoo in full flight, which represents not only freedom but also transformation and fleeting beauty.

Another tattoo that I like has to do with my zodiac sign: Sagittarius. I like arrows and I like the Centaur: half animal and half man. I like astrology and I feel very identified with all the characteristics of this sign. As I mentioned before, I like simple, small images, made in parts of the body that are not visible or at least not so exposed to others' view.

I like tattoos that tell a story, that when you see them, they remind you of a significant moment or someone. In recent months, after the death of my nephew, I have been drawn to tattoos in the shape of angel wings, feathers, or birds. I don't know if I will ever get a tattoo, as my skin is not as smooth or toned as it used to be, but for now, my skin is a blank canvas that breathes and that still does not know the art of wearing the soul on the outside.

The images are from my personal gallery and the text was translated with Deepl

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