What made me feel human about the entire process wasn't so much the idea of getting inked, but rather the decision of what this tattoo must say. One symbol - picture - word - whatever - that you'd want to take to my grave with you. It forced me to question what defines me, describes me and has meaning to me - so much so that I'd want to ink it into my skin forever. It's a tricky decision, but it's also humbling and eye-opening.
EDIT: I'm still set on getting that little tattoo - one day, when my need to eat doesn't outweigh the cost of a skin ink.
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