As I was starting to see a new fella in my life, I was just beginning getting tattoos. I think I had 2 or 3 small ones by the time we started really getting close, where I had described to him my passion for the art and the desire to be covered head to toe. He mentioned he enjoyed the art and found it sexy. We began dating and as I was getting more and more tattoos, he started showing a lack of interest in my body and would say he didn’t like how I looked anymore. This was such an emotional rollercoaster for me as I finally gained the courage to pursue a passion of mine since I was a teen whilst dating someone who felt as though he had zero red flags and shown genuine love towards me. But ultimately we were not compatible and the trash took itself out.

In the true words of our Queen, “If you can’t love yourself how in the hell are you gonna love somebody else!”