A moment of true awsomeness
Is awsomeness a word? I'm not sure. If it isn't it should be! Yesterday I had a moment of pure awsomeness. I gave a woman hope, excitement, and a feeling of beauty that she said she had lacked for a few years. ( How sad it that?) Yesterday the garb I wearing for work exposed my tattoo on my back. Now my dancer has been with me for so long I forget about her. She's just there dancing away covering a scar from a mole removal that went bad. Part of the tattoo is a veil that the dancer is letting go and it looks like it's fluttering to the floor. Well the "flutting" is really the scar tissue. The unevenness of the skin works perfectly for the effect. Short of me telling you or feeling it you would never know that wasn't just really good shading.
Well the woman noticed my tattoo and commented about how she loves them but because of excessive ammounts of scars she didn't think she could have them. To which I smiled and told her to touch the veil. She did to which started squeels of joy. She recognized the feel of scar tissue and realized my tattoo was a cover up. She has now gone from a young woman that would cover herself in order to hide her scars because she is depressed and embaressed by them; to a woman that is planning a tattoo that will incorperate them into something beautiful to show off.
Like I said: I had a moment of pure awsomeness!
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