Pride? Get it? Because it’s a peacock feather? I don’t know if you’ve figured this out by now, but I’m wicked clever.
I believe it was my 2nd year of college that I got this tattoo. My best friend wanted to get her first or second tattoo (I can’t remember which one was first) and I, being the good, tatted friend that I am, was going to go with her and also get something. I had considered getting an entire peacock and I sort of with I did. Because, now I really want a peacock tattoo, but that would be weird to have the full bird and just the feather.
Truly, the peacock feather is meant to symbolize pride. I was a year or so into college, doing well, making something of myself. Neither of my parents went to college, nor did the help me financially or otherwise, and I was proud of myself. It also gave me an opportunity to put a bunch of bright colors on my skin in a visible place. Win, win.
I am super glad that my taste in tattoo artists got better as I got more visible ink.
This only took about an hour and a half, but on the spine, it felt like nerve pain the entire time. Cringe-worthy shooting pain that I could feel in my hands and feet. This was my most painful tattoo, by far. I think it also bothered my having the tattoo gun so close to my head.
I didn’t take any new pictures of this one. The first one above is from 2006 and I also have some from 2008 below. We’ll just call it Throw Back Thursday up in this
P.S. Yes, of course there is a story that goes with these pictures. My friend and I were out at Daisy Buchanan’s and we were on our way out the door when this fine fellow grabs me and starts ballroom dancing to club music. Literally had a ball room dancing lesson from a shirtless, vest-wearing man in a zebra bandana and a bolo tie. What the fuck. No idea. Shenanigans. Absolute shenanigans.
P.P.S. This tattoo still looks as bright and colorful as it does in pictures. I especially love it because it hides my bacne. Ahahahaha. Gross, I know. Sorry dudes.