I have four tattoos.
All of which I wish I could carve completely off of my body with a very sharp knife.
Because they’re stupid. And I want them gone. Forever.
I was seventeen when I got my first one. It’s a heart with a bullet hole with blood running down it with (wait for it……….)
MY DAUGHTER’S NAME IN THE MIDDLE!
Pitiful. I know.
I won’t mention what the other three are, but do know that they are EQUALLY as stupid and I learned a valuable lesson in this whole experience, which was:
STOP PUTTING DUMB TATTOOS ON YOURSELF, TIPHANI!!!
You’re thinking…WTH are you talking about, Tiph?!?!?
But I have a point. My lesson to you is……….
Simple. What reckless decision are you going to make TODAY that’ll affect your future, permanently? Is it something you won’t be able to erase…or do over?
I challenge you today to treat each choice you make as if it’s a bullet ridden tattoo with blood running down it in which you’ll have to carry around on your arm for the rest of your life and I guarantee that you’ll make a wise decision:)
Ok, so here’s the thing:
I write for the Huffington Post and my most recent blogs are called-
The Dangers of Being Forever Young: An Ode to Every Child Killed Before Their Time.
Read. Comment. Share.
And i thank you in advance.
Because I want you to believe in yourself.
HARDER than you ever thought possible.