User:Wrestlegirl
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Wrestlegirl Talks Tattoos
Well, most of mine can be seen in some fashion in various photos I've posted here, and since this is a SFW thread I'll refrain from reposting them.
In the order that I got them:
Small ankh with a drop of blood at the bottom - just above and to the right of my mons. Completely covered by regular panties. It's got a fairly complicated meaning for such a small tat; it's about 1" x 1". I'm part Egyptian and wanted to get a tattoo reflecting that part of my heritage. The ankh is the glyph for life, or eternal life. This is my reminder that life always has its bumps and tough times (the blood drop), but that life does go on. Scrollwork with a small heart in the middle and two feathers - about 3" below my bellybutton. I've always wanted to be a mom, ever since I was a child myself. This is located roughly at the central part of a pregnant belly, and it's my "good luck" talisman should I ever manage to get knocked up. Covered by most panties unless they're low cut. Two feathers - left breast. Reflects my Cherokee heritage. About 2" tall. No real deep meaning there, I just like it. Wolf silhouette against a sunset - to the left of my bellybutton, just at the waistband of regular pants. Another nod to my Cherokee heritage, but also related to a poem my best friend wrote for me when I was 19. It's small as well, about 1.5" x 1.5". Took a couple years off of tattooing. Got my bellybutton, nose, lip, and nipples pierced. Only kept the nipple piercings because I like the way it looks. At 23 started on my gradual back project. These are my most personal tats; they start in the small of my back and will eventually go up my entire spine. It's a chronology of important points in my adult life. First one is a heart with a J in it. That's my ex husband's initial. I got it 3 days before our wedding. Yeah, we divorced and no, I have no intent to get it covered. It was a major point in my life. That's about 3" square. Above that is a crescent moon with a couple stars and the words "I'm strong enough." This is the tat that reed mocked me for. The words are from Creed's "Higher." (I'm strong enough to take these dreams and make them mine) When I decided to try and follow my childhood dream of being a 'rassler, I was accepted into an extremely well-respected training school. I was the only chick. Everyone training me and training with me was much larger and much stronger than I was, and some didn't much like the idea of a girl in the ring. I got the shit beat out of me pretty much constantly for 9 months. They broke my bones, dislocated joints, gave me repeated concussions. I was told from every side that I'd never make it. I'd drive myself home from these torture sessions, often only able to hold the steering wheel with one hand, well past sundown and the only time I'd cry was when I was in the car, where no one could see me. One night that song came on the radio and I latched on to it. So I burned a CD with "Higher" and a few other songs, and I'd play it every night I drove home from 'rasslin school, and even when I was hurting so bad I had to sit in the bathtub with my bra still on because I couldn't lift my arms enough to take it off, thinking of that line made me feel stronger, mentally. Corny, maybe, but it's what kept me going. When I was invited to participate in my first live match in front of a crowd, I got it tattooed on me. Finally, my most recent one is above the moon/stars. I actually have a good clear photo of that one. It's my largest tattoo, about 4" across and 3" tall. It's got some intricate detail and the artist did a fantastic job with it. That would be a raven drawn in a PNW Native style. I had a rough idea of what I wanted and that's what the artist came up with. I adored it immediately and it's my favorite of the seven now. It commemorates the fact that I did, in fact, accomplish the dream that so many people told me was impossible. In Irish myth, the raven is associated with Morrigan, the goddess of death on the battlefield. She was one bad bitch. This is the person I became in the ring, and the person I had to become out of the ring to keep my moral code. I refused to catfight, to do stupid cheesecake fluff shit in the ring. I didn't work that hard to prance about in heels with my boobs sticking out. I was a fighter. I could hit as hard as any of the guys I worked with, I could take a fall just as violently, and all I cared about was putting on a good match that the crowd cared about. When I was accepted as a "serious" 'rassler in a world of old school 'rasslin, in Charlotte BY GOD North Carolina, where folks were weaned off the teat with the Four Horsemen...when these people took me seriously, I knew I had accomplished exactly what I'd always dreamed of accomplishing. And that's why I have a raven.
My next tat is already planned out; just have to have the disposable income to get it done right. It's going right above the raven. Actually, here, it's the claddagh from my necklace in this photo (NSFW). Kiddo bought me that necklace for Mother's Day a few years ago. My first and best Mother's Day gift. My next tattoo is for her. :)
