The biggest lie I ever told...
I've told several porkies in my time, from the times I told my ex that things hadn't cost anywhere near as much as they did.. I'd never told my mum until a few months ago that I was a dominatrix (I wasn't ashamed, just wanted her to think I was modelling not putting men's heads down the toilet) and I've never told anyone outside of my family that I was married for a little while... he was abusive and I was so pleased to be away from him I just never spoke about him again! I guess now you guys know and that's a first!
The most exceptional and successful lie I've ever told though was the one where I had a tattoo aged 15 and I didn't want my parents to know, so I managed to hide it for 3 years. I'm quite proud of this one!
Ok so it all started when I was a teenager, young and impulsive I decided it was a fabulous idea to get a butterfly tattoo on my arm. I went to a dodgy tattooist, (I know, I could have caught anything, but I didn't so thank god for that!) and went through with the little design on my arm.
I almost instantly regretted my decision, not that I didn't love my tattoo, I did! It was cute and pretty and I'd always wanted to start my tattoo collection, but as soon as I saw it finished, I realised that I didn't have the balls to tell my parents and face their disappointment. So I covered it up, went home and moisturised it daily all while keeping it covered, hidden away out of sight.
After a couple of years, yes you read it right, of hiding it, I ended up going on an archaeological summer school and dig. I was 18 years old at this point and although I was allowed a tattoo legally then, I still couldn't find the way to tell my parents.
That summer was one of the hottest it had been in years and my mum had packed for me, so my wardrobe for my time away included mainly vest tops, a couple of tshirts and two woollen jumpers.
On the way to the university we travelled together in the car, it was so hot, the drive was 3 hours and there I was sat in the back of the car wearing a jumper, sweltering, absolutely soaked with sweat.
Mum kept saying to me on the way that I should take it off and I had to say no every time, terrified of revealing my secret.
I was so relieved when I got to the university, immediately stripped off and had a shower, feeling the cool water trickle over my body was the best feeling ever!
I went through the two weeks going on digs wearing vest tops, enjoying being able to actually show my skin, cool off and show my tattoos to others.
What I didn't know, however, was that the whole summer camp was photographed from the sidelines and that an album would be posted online for our families to view. I knew that we'd had group photos (which I'd covered up in), but I didn't have any idea that the other photos were being taken so I was completely relaxed, didn't hide it away and it was there for my mum and dad to see clear as day... a photo of me with my tattoo on show.
When my family collected me on the last day, it was still hot and there I was wrapped up in my woollen jumper hot as hell waiting to get into the car. We'd almost arrived home when mum questioned me as to why I still had my jumper on in the heat. I said I was cold, she laughed and proceeded to tell me that she'd seen the photos, had known I'd had a tattoo since the end of the first week away and that she'd love to have a look.
I said to her that it was henna and she laughed at me, saying if it was henna then surely it would fade away and she wanted to check daily to see if I was bullshitting.
I had to admit that I was, and in the end I told her just how long I'd kept it secret. She said that although she was disappointed I'd lied to her for so long, she was actually rather impressed that I'd managed to keep it hidden all that time without slipping up once.
She thought it was hilarious that I'd lived at home through a couple of the hottest summers in record and hadn't taken off my jumper at all during the day! What an incredible prat I'd been!
I vowed to do my best not to hide things from my mum, as she'll always find out in the end and every time I get some new ink now I show her and she's either impressed, or explains to me how I can improve on it. My wolf tattoo was different, she hated that one and always will, but my unicorn she loves!
Because of going through this my parents support me in everything I want to do, they know I'd do it either way, so it's best to have them by my side. They're also the biggest fans of my suicidegirls shoots!
So anyway, that was my biggest lie. Or at least the best! Why don't you tell me yours!?
Remember my set "little mad sometimes" is out on Sunday! I'm super excited!
Love as always...
Aurorer xx
Photos by @mikewhitephotog @gemmaedwardsuk
