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I take a hot bath to get ready for going out. As I'm laying on my back I think about how when I take a bath, I'm never completely covered with water. My breasts always are on their own, just out there getting cold. I take a long look at my tattoo which is on my pelvic bone. I remember getting it over a broken heart. He didn't like girls with tattoos which always made me want one. I remember looking at it constantly. I'd look at myself in the mirror with the tattoo looking back and I'd think...."wow, it will always be with me." I am forever changed. I must have looked directly at it for a full year thinking "I wonder if I'll ever go a day without thinking about it." As I laid in the tub, I wondered when the last time I took a good look at it. The color is still beautiful but it's changed. At one time it had stretched with my belly when I was expecting. It hasn't been the same since but it's actually changed with me. It used to represent not belonging to anyone but now it represents life and the life that grew in me. Getting a tattoo was another experience of pain that produced beauty and pride but I'd rather go through getting 100 tattoos at once over going through labor again.
