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The Evolution of My Ink: A Personal Reflection on Tattoos

When I turned forty, something shifted in me — a newfound love, almost an obsession, with tattoos. Each one I got wasn’t random or impulsive. They had purpose. They had meaning. They were extensions of my soul at the time.

The first was a daisy delicately placed above my right ankle, followed by a sunflower on the left. Both spoke to my love of flowers and the natural beauty I found grounding and uplifting. Then came the fire and ice rose above my left breast, with “SB” subtly blended into the design — personal and symbolic.

My journey continued up to my back: an angel resting on my left clavicle, and a butterfly paired with an iris towards the top middle of my back. Each one marking moments, feelings, memories. And just before I closed my beloved coffee house, Flava, in 2008, I got “FLAVA” boldly inked on the top of my left arm — a tribute to a chapter that shaped who I was and who I had become.

But time, as it does, moved on.

The tattoos have faded, and in some ways, so have the original reasons behind them. I’ve often said I’d have them redone or covered with new designs. And while the desire still lingers, it’s slipped further down the to-do list — not forgotten, just paused.

If ink weren’t such a costly investment, I’d probably already be dreaming up new pieces. These days, I’d put much more thought into the what and the why before placing something permanent on my body again. Because now, more than ever, I see tattoos as sacred — as art, storytelling, and soul-printing.

If I do return to the chair, I’d revive the flowers — I’ve always loved flowers. I’d redesign the angel to represent my parents, their guidance and presence ever with me. I’d update “FLAVA” to say “Lady Flava,” with a hint of leopard print — a nod to my spirit and style.

And I’d create a piece that reflects My Peace — maybe in words, maybe a symbol — but definitely a tribute to the one who represents a safe place in my life. His presence, his steady friendship, his calm. That deserves space on my skin.

I have the deepest respect for ink and the artists who bring visions to life. I also believe that anyone considering a tattoo should think through their why. It’s more than decoration — it’s a lifetime commitment, a living piece of your story.

Tattoos, to me, are sacred art. And our bodies? The most honest canvas we’ll ever have.

LadyFlava of LadyFlavaNews

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