painted body

I got a new tattoo the month I was turning thirty. I got my first one when I was in the middle of a painful rebellion of sorts. I got the word "grace" etched under it (it being a Canadian Flag) the next year. My lion covers both. I wanted it for a long time and now was no longer pregnant or breastfeeding (after like five years of being so), so I went with four friends and got it done. I wanted a lion for the death of my children and I also wanted it to be a symbol of my God who brings hope. Since I had dealt with so much of the pain this year, it was very freeing. A rebirth. Of my skin. Haha.