It's definitely not abnormal, you're still trying to get used to the idea that you've made a change on the body that's going to last forever. I've had a similar feeling at every change. It's like you broke a tooth, you're in a crazy sense of irreversibility. The good news is that few things are irreversible and nowadays tattoos can be erased. Give yourself more time to get used to it and stop concentrating so much on that. When I was 18, I dyed my hair, I wanted it for years, but that didn't stop me from crying for an hour. I say it to make you laugh, I laugh myself as I write it. And while I was thinking about this change, I couldn't accept it. I was advised to get back my natural color, I stood in front of the mirror, looked and thought about it. Actually, it wasn't bad, I hadn't made the decision for a day and I didn't want to paint again. I guess you don't want to erase the tattoo either. Relax a little, give yourself time to get used to it and remind yourself why you made the decision to get tattooed. For you, these 6cm ink on your skin make sense, you've thought it through, you've raised money, and you've done it. It's your body, and you're entitled to it. I have friends with tattoos and almost all of them have told me that it took them a while to get used to and at first it was very strange, unpleasant at times.
That's bullshit! So you don't deserve this tattoo, and it means nothing to you. Look, tattooing is an art, a way to express yourself and make an imprint of your character. Yes, bandits do it to express their dislike of rules and society, we ordinary people do it to express themselves better - their feelings, their lives, and even our pain and joy.
I only did my first tattoo when I was 14. It was an inscription on my left hand, a wish from my grandmother that I want to remember forever and will remember forever. Then I made my eye on a choir in the back of the back of the head, I think this tattoo kept me, preserved and saved me in many circumstances. My subsequent tattoos include a triple on my right arm on the occasion of university graduation, a fire on my right leg in case of a severe collision of a hair from death, an inscription low down my stomach when I lost a girlfriend and two large wings on my back when I discovered my soul mate. When my son was born, I tattooed a double axe on the side of my torso, and a year later a rose bloomed next to the axe for my beautiful daughter.
Not once have I regretted all these tattoos, they made me the person I am today - full and alive!
I have 12 tattoos, I love them to one and are a part of me, get a grip
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