Story of a friend who regrets getting her foot tattoo.
“I thought it was going to be cool at the time, but - I just wasn’t thinking straight that night and I ended up with getting a foot full of stupidity.
All of my friends at the time were getting tattoos and I figured I would also. I had just turned 18 and wanted to express myself and stand out from the conformist life style that my parents tended to force on me. The best way I felt I could do this was to do something which had been taboo in my household. Get a tattoo!
First off the tattoo hurt & I whelped in the chair as the artist went to work, drawing what I wanted to be a great scene of the beach. Instead I got something that looked like a dog had crapped a rainbow on my foot. Instantly I hated it. It was the middle of the summer & I was so embarrassed by it I had to go to the store and buy a pair of construction boots to cover up the monstrosity. I spent my summer not with my feet in the sand, but my boots clunking around as I walked the board walk. When people saw my tattoo I would fake it and act like I liked it, but deep down inside I was more depressed then an EMO kid who just got the new “30 Seconds to Mars” CD.
Finally I went to my parents on bended knee & I said “Mommy, Daddums - can I please get this tattoo removed?”
They agreed to tap into their retirement fund & help me erase this memory of juvenile bad choices.
That was 2 years ago. I have been through 4 laser treatments and the pain is so horrific that I can not bare go back for another one. I am a big baby to pain to begin with but this is truly horrible. I really wish I had heard of one of the tattoo removal balms before I signed up to do laser.
So I am now stuck, with a tattoo that is half removed and looks like a dog took a rainbow dump on my foot then attempted to lick it off. One day I will go back and get it complete. Until then, I have “60 Seconds to Mars” on repeat in my room.
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