The day after I turned 18, I got in my car as fast as I could and drove to the best tattoo parlor in my city. That day, I got what I had been waiting my whole life for, a violet tattoo on my wrist.
My grandma, Violet Taylor, passed away when I was just 6 years old. Up until that day, and even now, she was the best friend I could’ve asked for. I know grandparents aren’t supposed to pick favorites, but my grandma did, and I was her’s. It’s nice to feel loved and important; she taught me that. Having people in your life that know your worth is extremely important. If you fill the spots of your life with people that don’t care or see your worth, you’re doing a disservice to yourself.
Having a violet tattoo on my wrist reminds me that everyday. I see my grandma as a pillar of strength and unconditional love. She reminds me of my worth when I lose sight, even though she isn’t here anymore.
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