Now that We Agree My Mother Was Right
January 3, 2008 by kate baggott
Filed under Mental Health
This, is my tattoo (not actual size).
I was young(ish). I was cool (fleetingly). I knew that I would always be able to love Love. And yet, the sad truth is, my mother was right. Love should never have seen the end of the tattooist’s pen.
Hidden from the casual viewer (well, not anymore), Love is showing it’s age. As pregnancy stretched me, it stretched my skin and Love was stretched too. I, however, recovered. Time and female biology have not been so kind to Love.
I’ve been waffling over what to do about Love for a long time, but it’s reached a …read more
