Ten years ago my son was born weighing just 1 pound 6 ounces. He fit from the top of his head to his rump perfectly in my hand. I know this because the day he was born I was his nurse who admitted him into the NICU where I work. For better or for worse, his bio parents walked away after he was born fearing that because of his extreme premature birth he would be damaged. Two days later I realized that I had fallen in love with my patient. Two weeks later my husband declared that he too was in love with this baby boy. Two months later we held him in our arms for the first time named by the court as his foster/adoptive parents. He weighed just 2 pounds then. Two weeks after his 1st birthday the adoption was final and he completed our family circus. To celebrate I had my very first tattoo, an exact replica of his inch long footprints taken at birth to represent the saying “Not flesh of my flesh, Not bone of my bone/But still, miraculously, my own./And never forget for a minute/You weren’t born under my heart, but in it.”
I could easily give in & take a bite of that forbidden apple, just as I have before. I’d get a good taste of what basically fell into my lap; along with that, I could satisfy my need for a lustful temporary fix of satisfaction. Who can blame us right? No ones looking, behind closed doors.. This’ll be our little secret, just as its always been. She’ll never know. I’ll never tell. No hard feelings. …right?
As delightful as it is to know that no matter what facad has been put out there, I still have a slight grasp of you.. I still have a conscience. Everyone knows the best apples are the ones worth the climb. Hard to reach, yet all the more rewarding once it’s in your hands.. & you? You’re just the apple that falls into my lap every once in a while. Almost like that reject apple that no one wants to reach for, so you fall to the ground hoping some scavenger will scoop you up. Well I’m no scavenger, I don’t want any sloppy seconds. I’ve had a bite of you, but really, look how many others have. & with so many samples handed out, you couldn’t make a house you’re home. Hate to break it to ya… but you’re just a bad apple.
Dotty Jenkins, 48, Effingham, NH Tattoos done at White Mountain Tattoo in North Conway, NH by Adam Mazza
I lost my hair due to an autoimmune disease called Alopecia Areata so I decided that people are going to stare at a bald woman so I would give them something awesome to stare at and when asked about it I can spread awareness of this life changing disease.
Now THIS my love… is HEART. It takes a lot of courage to make such a bold statement. Props.
Picture of my finished half sleeve. This took about 16 hours in three separate sessions. I can honestly say that the pain was worth it after seeing how beautifully made the tattoo is. Done at Rakel Tattoo in Sta. Cruz, Laguna, Philippines by Rakel Natividad.
Simply flawless. I love this art form.