In total, I have had three tattoos but I actually only have two now. That would be because I hated my first tattoo so much that I just had to get it covered up!
I thought that I’d share the story of my first tattoo because maybe it would be cool.. or maybe not so cool.
For my 18th birthday, I wanted nothing more than a tattoo of an owl. I told my mum and she was happy for me to get it. The more I thought about it, I started to wuss out. It was such a big tattoo for my first time and I a complete wuss when it comes to pain.
After lots of Pinterest searching for inspiration, I decided to get two little tattoos instead. I settled for a little ‘cat and dog’ and a ‘camera’ tattoo.
So the day finally came for me to get my tattoos done and from the start, it was awful. My mum and I arrived at the tattoo studio and straight away they had no idea who I was or what time my appointment was. Luckily, I had my appointment card with me so I could prove that I had already paid and I had booked my appointment. The artist that I had booked with was no longer in the studio so I was quickly rushed to another guy. I kept being reassured that this new artist was just as good but I was slightly hesitant.
We went upstairs to get the tattoos and my legs started shaking from nerves. My pain tolerance is so low and I just really didn’t want to cry. I was trying to make small talk with the guy so that I could distract myself from the nerves.
It was obvious straight away that the guy was not interested in talking to me. He was completely silent and didn’t even smile once.
At this point, I was kind of worrying about getting the tattoo because my experience wasn’t going great so far. I decided to suck it up and just get the tattoo so that I could get out of there.
Finally, the tattoos were done and I liked them at first. They were very red so I struggled to see them properly but I thought that they were pretty cute.
When they started to heal, that’s when I saw how much I hated them. The camera was my absolute least favourite. It had some lines that were so much thicker than others. When I showed people, they weren’t even sure what it was. Most people thought that it looked like a car…
I was able to deal with the cat and the dog but I was just so ashamed of the camera. Pretty much straight away, I started looking for tattoos to cover it up with.
After almost a year of having these embarrassments on my skin, I headed to a different tattoo shop to get the camera covered up.
I won’t talk too much about that experience but let’s just say…. thank gosh that the camera is gone. That different tattoo studio was amazing and the tattooist was so lovely. He actually kept the studio open for me hours after closing time, just to do my tattoo at a convenient time for me.
Anyway, the car/camera is now gone and is covered with a beautiful dreamcatcher.
I think that if I’ve learnt something from this experience, it’s that if something feels wrong then I really shouldn’t do it. I should have known that the tattoo would have gone back since I had a bad feeling the whole time.
From now on, I shall be looking into the tattoo studio and artist a lot before getting tattoos.
It definitely hasn’t put me off getting tattoos though. I actually have another tattoo booked for November! Eeek, so excited!!
Has anyone else had a really bad tattoo experience?