Well the countdown begins for my tattoo. I look at my arm, the brown skin the two moles or freckles that lie diagonal to each other, the scar that bisects it...this skin (these moles freckles scars) have seen the sun of the west indies, has seen the cold blustery Albertan winter, have seen the pavement from a launched skateboard, has rested lovingly around the crook of a friends/parents/boyfriends/family members neck, has wiped away my drool, the lipstick off of a loved one, has sopped away my tears, that trickeled down it's smooth surface to the soft cotton fibers of my pillow.

So skin I stare and compare both arms...it's like one of the olsen sisters getting plastic surgery I guess...I wonder what many things this picture that I plan on etching onto my skin for life, that is a new part of me, shall witness, partake of, face, brave, be shunned because of, and all those wonderful things that life throws my way.