The story of some of my tattoos + a gift guide

One undeniable benefit of a) getting older and b) the return to self that naturally happened during Covid is — bullshit shedding. Like, let’s just snuggle into our skin a little more and be a little closer to our own internal home. Curl on in there little snail, just get up in all your own feelings and tuck yourself in and go night night. Right? It’s mind blowing to look back at my early 30s, late 20s and remember how much stuff I did (and I’m talking strictly outside of work) that I just did not want to do, but I did anyway for someone else, or for some perceived benefit to something that may or may not happen later in my life. I spent a fuckload, for lack of a better phrase, of time doing dumb boring cheesy shit….for what. Who knows! But sayonara, I’ll be over here on my bean bag chair with Ellis.

And then! This is a topic for another time, or for my therapist, but the hours and hours I spent scrutinizing my body and playing compare/contrast, Jesus, I wish I could get those hours ba…