I had a new tattoo today. It’s only a little one but it’s SO full of meaning (as all good tattoos should be). I was in the nail shop and it suddenly came to me like an epiphany (I was getting power red painted on in case you’re wondering – I get white nails when I’m feeling cute and innocent and power cherry red when I’m feeling powerful, or NEED to feel powerful). I was thinking about everything I went through last year and how many people shit on me and stabbed me in the back. Then I gave myself a stern talking to (in my own head of course, I didn’t want the nail lady knowing how mad I am). I thought to myself, “there are some things