I am now 20 years old with a beautiful design inked into my top back.

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I did it! I am one brave soul. According to my mother, I have some real balls. I tell her that they hang low to the ground. (My brother is disgusted by that comment, and I'm sure some of you are, too. I just laugh.)

While a few people did not think I would have the guts to do so, I did get the tattoo designed by Frank and I. It looks great. Proud and loud on the top of my back. In fact, I have a few pictures to share. I'm really proud of it. The artist, Dave Zero, did a phenomenal job inking it.

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Though, it hurt like a bitch! I did not expect the pain to be that bad. Especially on my spine and shoulders. It felt like it was burning into my skin. Screw those who say it doesn't hurt or you "numb out" later. Whatever. I could not hold back the tears; that was really painful. And to think I only cursed twice! xD

My mother and Adrian were there for moral support. I clutched both of their hands (and the chair arm) crazy hard. I'm surprised their bones didn't snap. Though, Mom's breathing exercises ticked me off. I know how to breathe, thanks.

I plan to take pictures of my design and post them as deviations later, but for now, I am going to take a shower to clear away all the ink and have my birthday dinner at Red Lobster (Lobster Fest!).

What do you all think?