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Well, this will sound stupid, but I got tired of being the mom at the YMCA in middle america with tatoos. I got them about seven years ago when I was getting a divorce. Here's the short story behind them:
Tatoo #1. I was getting divorced and by the time I left him, I truly and honestly believed that there was not one single thing anyone would like about me other than that men might want to use me for sex. So I set about reclaiming my body. I got a momma wolf and a baby wolf howling at the moon and a shooting star. It was in the lower middle of my back because I feel that is my center and the source of my power. Wolves are my favorite animal as they are intelligent, social, and care deeply for their young. I had always wanted to be a momma with a baby. The moon is a symbol of being a woman. The shooting star represented the most spiritual experience of my life. Every year, the night before my birthday, is the biggest meteor shower of the year. The year I turned 20 I was camping by a lake. I was falling asleep while counting shooting stars. I got to 19, but was falling asleep. I asked God, "please let me see one more star." I then fell asleep. Some time in the middle of the night I woke, opened my eyes, saw my 20th shooting star, said, "thank you," then went back to sleep.
Totoo #2. My friend was reclaiming her body and I went with her. the guy offered me one for free. Impulse. Cute, but not emotionally attached.
So, you can see my attachment. But I no longer need it. I have reclaimed my body and I guess I'm in the process of reclaming it again. But, a lot of it has to do with it not meshing with my own (personal) internal image of me as a mother. I do have mixed feelings, but it is time.
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Rebecca, wife and mother
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(and it was the best I could do - I gave it three different photoshoots)
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