Seasons greetings everyone!
I'm so excited to be up for SG review!
I've followed the site since I was a teen and absolutely love the originality and concept of the site.
I've envied and idolize these girls. I loved how unique, care-free and bold they were. They helped encourage me to come out of my own protective shell.
For years I was called a freak, weirdo or outcast. I was a strange kid and definitely took the blunt for it. I was bullied. And badly. I remember day after day coming home from elementary school and crying about the terrible things people would say. I'm not sure which day but one day I snapped. Along with support of suicide girls and their strength to be unique I stepped out of my shell.
I figured if people can hate me just being unique, well why not stand out that much more. Fuck em. I got right into piercings and body art. I couldn't get enough of it.
My body is a canvas. The ink is my life. The pen is my soul.
My first tattoo was the Chinese symbol for beauty; my body is beautiful, no matter how I decorate it.
Years went by and I loved up being the freak. I was one of a kind. Which is not like anything anyone I knew could say.
I remember in grade 10, I got my hood pierced. It was a thrill. I loved how it felt to be one of the only people I knew with a clitoral hood piercing. In P.E. the following week, I had girls corner me and pull my pants down just to prove I did it.
Afterwards, I wasn't a freak, strangely enough. The most unique piercing I had was a hit. Girls all through my school started to get pierced and asking me all kinds of questions about it. Got pretty annoying to be honest, thought mostly fuck off and just do it for yourself, why ask me?
Strange how things worked out.
Glad to be a part of the site today!
I'm so excited to be up for SG review!
I've followed the site since I was a teen and absolutely love the originality and concept of the site.
I've envied and idolize these girls. I loved how unique, care-free and bold they were. They helped encourage me to come out of my own protective shell.
For years I was called a freak, weirdo or outcast. I was a strange kid and definitely took the blunt for it. I was bullied. And badly. I remember day after day coming home from elementary school and crying about the terrible things people would say. I'm not sure which day but one day I snapped. Along with support of suicide girls and their strength to be unique I stepped out of my shell.
I figured if people can hate me just being unique, well why not stand out that much more. Fuck em. I got right into piercings and body art. I couldn't get enough of it.
My body is a canvas. The ink is my life. The pen is my soul.
My first tattoo was the Chinese symbol for beauty; my body is beautiful, no matter how I decorate it.
Years went by and I loved up being the freak. I was one of a kind. Which is not like anything anyone I knew could say.
I remember in grade 10, I got my hood pierced. It was a thrill. I loved how it felt to be one of the only people I knew with a clitoral hood piercing. In P.E. the following week, I had girls corner me and pull my pants down just to prove I did it.
Afterwards, I wasn't a freak, strangely enough. The most unique piercing I had was a hit. Girls all through my school started to get pierced and asking me all kinds of questions about it. Got pretty annoying to be honest, thought mostly fuck off and just do it for yourself, why ask me?
Strange how things worked out.
Glad to be a part of the site today!