I want to share the stories about my tattoos. I get one new tattoo every year. No more, no less. I like to compare them to the growth rings on a tree. Each tattoo reflects where I was that year in my growth.
This was my first tattoo. I got it when I was 18. My friend and I were on a short road trip, and I had 60 bucks in my pocket. My friend is one of those craaaaazy girls. You know at least one, I'm sure. When she tried to drag me into a tattoo shop, I refused at first because I knew what would happen. She was my crazy friend. She was the one I always did crazy shit with, so I could easily see how this was going to end. Sure enough, I walked out of that tattoo parlor with my first tattoo.
Why a panther? Well, my childhood best friend had asked me a few months before this "if you could be any animal, what would it be?" To which I replied "a panther." She looked thoughtful for a moment, before musing "a Britny panther. A Banther!" That's how I got my nickname, which I also use as my modeling name. The panther has a rose in its mouth because those are my favorite flowers, and I had wanted a rose tattooed on me since I was very little.
Why this panther? Well, I had been googling panther tattoo designs for a while at this point, and I had already seen this design and really liked it. So when I went into the shop and was flipping through their pre-designed tattoos, I saw this one and had to go for it.
Although this tattoo isn't horrible, I've actually been thinking about getting it covered up lately. It kinda looks like a vagina on my arm, and I would like to get a more substantial piece to balance out the galaxy tattoo on my other shoulder. I went to Cancun over spring break, and I visited Chichen Itza, the ancient Mayan Capital. I saw a dope carving of a jaguar holding a human heart, about to eat it and I'm considering getting a colorful rendition of that. We'll see! I still haven't gotten this year's tattoo yet...
