I got my first tattoo almost 3 years ago. It’s a very small heart tattoo- a centimeter wide, completely shaded in. I elected to get a matching tattoo with my best friend. My best friend, and her family, spent the majority of high school, helping to raise me; and for this, I’m eternally grateful. Thus, I couldn’t think of another person to get my first tattoo with.
Even so, it’s not the first tattoo I wanted. Four years ago, I was accepted to be a City Year corps member. City Year is a non-profit organization, that focuses on attendance, behavior, and coursework in low-income areas. When I joined City Year I was 18, straight out of high school, and filled with conflicting ideas of idealism and disillusion. By the time I graduated, 10 months later with over 1700 hours of community service, I was motivated and convicted. It was through City Year, that I first heard of the starfish story.
The starfish story is adapted from The Star Thrower by Loren C. Eiseley. The parable is about a young girl throwing starfish back in the ocean after a storm. An older man approaches her, and admonishes her, “You can’t save them all”. The girl, momentarily defeated, brightens and responds “Well, I made a difference to that one!” During my corps year, we were encouraged to think of our students as starfish. The days are long, and the nights are never long enough; being a corps member required patience and hope. Our students or our starfish were supposed to be reminders that our efforts were making a difference.
At the end of my corps year, a few of my fellow corps members and I, decided to one day get starfish tattoos. For me, the tattoo represented my students, and the lessons that I learned that fateful year. My students taught me so much about life, circumstances, and myself, but more importantly they taught me about human resiliency.
I did my research and vetted local tattoo shops before making my decision. Tattoo #2 required exposing a rather large amount of skin to a complete stranger, but once I checked my modesty at the door- it was a relatively easy process. The actual tattoo hurt- the feeling of the needle drilling against my ribs is not one I’ll easily forget. But the finished product, is one that I adore.
I had originally decided to get two tattoos at the same time; hoping that he’d throw in the second one for the price of the first. My third tattoo represents a part of my past, my story and myself that I hesitate to address, but need a reminder of. Within the last year I’ve discovered Project Semicolon. Project Semicolon is a non-profit organization, that is committed to “presenting hope and love for those who are struggling with mental illness, suicide, addiction, and self-injury”.
Depression is something that I’ve struggled with since I was 12. It’s not something that I mention to friends, and it’s not something that I like to talk about. Still, I wanted a reminder that my life or my story doesn’t have to end every time that I feel depressed. That’s where the semi-colon came in. A semicolon represents a sentence that an author could have finished but chooses not to. The sentence represents life. I got a semicolon tattooed on my right wrist, as a reminder to myself that life goes on.
My tattoos are all metaphors. They represent pieces of my story and pieces of my life. I wouldn’t be who I am, without the messages that my heart, starfish and semicolon represent. So here’s to life; here’s to the ebb and the flow; here’s to human resiliency; here’s to another tomorrow.
“Those awful things are survivable because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be.”
John Green, Looking for Alaska
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