Ok! Ok! I'll tell
You'll be disappointed though, it's really not that big a deal. It's a frog with a crown - sitting on top of a sun. It's about 4-5 inches tall on my right shoulder blade. I was all of 19 when I got it and had just endured the WORST string of boyfriends imaginable. One of them honestly thought it was romantic to steal things for me- another one admitted that is ultimate "relationship" would end with the girl's death, leaving him with a daughter who he would send to boarding school so he could be alone in his cold, corporate world sipping wine.
So in defiance of all those slimy frogs, I decided to look out for that Frog Prince and stick a reminder of that on my back. I'll admit that I was quite hostile towards men for a while and I'd tell them outright that they were frogs. That was also during the time (ha, ha, you get a bonus #6 thing you didn't know about me!) I routinely buzzed my hair right off to about 3/8 to 3/4 inch long. Eventually I moved to AZ where you all know the sun shines more brightly and what did I find here? My prince who loves the sun
Geez, that just sounds silly telling it. Tattoos, like short hair, can be really addicting, so before I got married, I considered getting several more.
I used to want my tongue pierced but I've had so much dental work that I just couldn't risk it. I do have many unfilled piercings in my ears (3 in each) and a horrible scar in my cartlidge where I realized too late that the earing I had in was plated and the plating wore off to reveal the nickle which got it all infected and left a black mark. Five years later, it looks like I have a dot tatto'd on my ear!