Tatted Up

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In 2001, I got a tattoo. I’d been talking about wanting a black butterfly, specifically one with an Afro, since my junior year. To me, it would have “deep” meaning, be less fashion statement, or trend, unlike the ever-popular “tramp stamp,” Asian symbols, or shoulder tats of their zodiac signs to which most of my friends had committed, some with regret, some without. In the way that butterflies are often used figuratively, mine would represent growth, the change from black girl to black woman as I, well, grew up and chased after my dreams.

At the time, my dreams seemed impossible, and there weren’t many people exactly rooting for me to flourish in the field I’d set my sights on — not because they weren’t supportive, but because they didn’t want me to get rejected. That butterfly would be my reminder, the sign to “keep going” and “keep growing” during all the times I knew I would want to give up and the people who cared about me most would tell me to throw in the towel and “come home.”

It took years to find the design I wanted, and I found it in a sort of happenstance way. During my first visit to Brooklyn, New York, in fall 2000, I was leaving the Brooklyn Museum when someone randomly handed my then-boyfriend a flier for a spoken word event. He casually read it as I watched. Then he flipped it over and I snatched it out of his hand and gasped. It was The Black Butterfly — exactly what I wanted, but didn’t know I did.

I saved the flier for a year. This would be permanent, for a lifetime. If I grew old — like, 80s old — it would still be with me, so what was the rush? On the one-year anniversary of the day I found it, I headed to a reputable tat parlor on West Fourth and had it inked on the back of my neck in plain view and surprisingly hidden at the same time.

I thought about that decision. It was calculated, careful, not whimsical. And it … concerns me that more people don’t. By people, I don’t mean Chad Johnson, who recently tatted an image of his soon-to-be ex-wife, who he was arrested for head-butting and currently is refusing to divorce; or Rihanna, who just got inked with a gigantic image of the Egyptian goddess Isis with her full wingspan extending across Ri-Ri’s rib cage; or even Chris Brown, who just got a “Mexican sugar skull” on his jugular (that looks like the photo of his battered ex). They’re celebrities; they don’t count, even if they do influence.

I’m thinking more like the young women I see on the train with some man’s name in loopy cursive across their biceps or neck marking them as so-and-so’s “girl,” or the cartoon characters on their boobs, or the guys with scrolls of their favorite rap verse on their bicep or money signs and stacks of bills. I’m sure they have meaning, otherwise they wouldn’t be tatted, but I wonder how that plays out when they’re 35, much less when they’re 70.

I enjoy sangria too regularly to make a claim with any authority that the body is a temple, but I do put forth that is a canvas. We should all think twice, if not thrice, about how we paint it.

Demetria L. Lucas is the author of A Belle in Brooklyn: The Go-to Girl for Advice on Living Your Best Single Life. ABIB is available to download and now in paperback. Follow her on Twitter at @abelleinbk.

  • Cari

    You knew the term before choosing to get the tattoo there. How can you claim offense after the fact? You don’t like the connotations associated with the term, then be an example of whom the term does not fit, but don’t tell me I can’t use the term because simply because you’d like to be the exception.

  • http://twitter.com/JumpJunkieJoe Geechee Goddess (@JumpJunkieJoe)

    Tattoos. For as long as I can remember, even as a child I wanted to get a tattoo. I can’t 100% say that I don’t judge others and their tattoo choices. Those females who have their own names (as if they are going to forget it) or a boyfriend’s name do puzzle me. Or the many many people who have Chinese characters all over their bodies without doing any real research or giving a damn about Chinese culture also leave me mystified. But me personally, I love tattoos. I have 4 and just schedule an appointment to get another. Some are spur of the moment, some I put a lot of thought into. I have respect for those who choose to do either. I hate it when people say “what are you going to look like at 80?” Who promised you tomorrow? Who said you’re even going to make it to 30? Besides that it’s still my body, not yours. When I’m 80 I want to look back on all the amazing things I did, not on the amazing things I wish I did.

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  • Amber Loney

    I haven’t gotten one yet because I want to get into my career first.I want to be sure the choice is something that won’t interfere with that. People say to get it somewhere it won’t be visible, but you never know when it could. For instance, I had a friend who got one on her lower abdomen. You never saw it, but then what was the point I asked her. She said it was just to have one and she liked looking at it while she was in her underclothes. It was a big tattoo of a generic diamond and had the words “bling bling” written on the inside. Now, she was not ghetto, she was very put together and spoke properly, she just liked that style, gold tooth and all. We were really young, but her mother didn’t care at all if she got those things done to herself because her mom WAS ghetto. She landed a career with a reputable firm and had a dinner to attend one night. We went out shopping for a dress for the event. She found a gorgeous, flattering and elegant black dress with a area from the bottom of the breasts that made a unique curving pattern and it’s tail ended at the belly and it was sheer in that area. She tried it on. It fit, it was beautiful on her, and it was her…but her tattoo was visible. And it was less than flattering. She was one of only two black individuals to work at the firm, and the only black female. There would be no help for her if someone saw that, and suddenly the perfectly appropriate and jaw dropping dress would have been horrendously inappropriate, trashy, and “ghetto”. Needless to say, she put it back and settled for a cute plum dress that flared at the knees, but it was not as flattering as the other one, and she admitted she wished she could have gotten it instead. You never know when that tattoo you get will haunt you. My cousin who just recently turned 18 has over 10 already. He dresses thuggish, acts thuggish, and has criminal records. He won’t be going anywhere…and I wish I could say I was jumping to conclusions, but he will have to work way too hard, something he will not do.

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