There is a story behind this tattoo.
I have been struggling with my sexuality for the longest time. I never knew how to explain what I was feeling…my attraction to girls. When I finally realized it meant I was gay, that it has such a negative connotation in society, and worst of all against the belief of my religious parents, I started hating myself. I repressed my feelings and developed a cutting problem starting when I was 13. It wasn’t until I was 17 and a junior in high school when one of my best friends managed to glimpse the scars on my arm. That is when I broke down and told her everything about my internal struggle.
For some reason, I was bracing myself for a reaction of confusion and hatred. Rather, she responded with love and understanding. She helped bring me out of my self-injury and depression.
It is her eyes that are tattooed on my arm. She is there giving me her constant protection…at least emotionally. The tattoo also helps cover up some of the scars. The picture is from a photo shoot done by the same friend, who is a photography major.
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(via paoladalia)
everyone should read it.