Well here it goes
Mum and dad, you may wanna look away for this part.
In my 19 years I’ve done a lot of things people may call “stupid”. An example being when I thought it was a good idea to do the “Kylie Jenner Lip Challenge” the day before my school photos in year 12. For all those who aren’t aware what this challenge entails, it’s where you put your lips inside the mouth of a water bottle and you suck really hard until your lips start to swell and grow to a sizable volume. You are left with big lips the size of Kylie Jenner, and unfortunately for me, the next day a large bruise on your chin. It’s safe to say my mother wasn’t impressed that in the photos of my final year of schooling I have a large purple bruise under my chin that somewhat resembles a hickey. See photo attached below if you’re interested in laughing at my stupidity.
Today I am going to tell you all the story of how I acquired my mysterious “fish tattoo”; the tattoo that gave me the nickname I named this blog page after. Getting this tattoo was hands down one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done, but I can confidently sit here and say I do not regret it whatsoever. That may not make perfect sense to some, but it makes perfect sense to me.
When I was 17 my friends and I decided to take a road trip to Byron Bay and camp down there for a few days, sans parents. I’d love to say we were a responsible bunch who sang songs around the campfire and behaved ourselves, but hey, what’s the fun in that?
Being born in 1998 was quite a blessing to me, as it allowed my ID to be easily converted from 1998 to 1996 with a few alterations. Looking back now, I realise how fucking dumb of me that was, and I’m damn lucky I was never caught. I definitely do not recommend doing this to anyone out there thinking about, the risk is not worth the reward.
With fake ID in hand, my friend and I headed to the bottle shop on the morning of our trip. We had a trolley stacked full of drinks, and I’m not going to lie, I was shitting bricks. I could feel my anxiety levels shooting through the roof as the cashier asked us for ID, but she accepted them after barely glancing at them. We grabbed our receipts and got out of there quick smart, with the illustrious vision of unsupervised freedom on our minds.
The following 3 days were the 3 best consecutive days of my life, that was until I attended Splendour in the Grass of course. Lots of alcohol was consumed, lots of bongos were bonged, and lots of fun was had as we took advantage of our adult-free opportunity.
On the second day, a few of my girlfriends and I were strolling along the main street of Byron exploring the morning markets and stores. This would probably be a good time to highlight that I was not fully sober at this point, still being a little tipsy from the alcohol consumed during the previous night. As we trudged along we came across a local tattoo parlour. It was at this point that my friends and I got the wild idea for one of us to get a tattoo. Me being the impulsive dickhead I am voluntarily put my hand up for the challenge without a second thought.
We entered the parlour and I was immediately filled with a flood of tingles, unsure whether these were tingles of excitement or tingles of regret. As some of you may know, the Pisces symbol is two fish swimming in opposite directions, symbolising a person of Pisces having the ability to be in two minds… ironic, isn’t it. I decided this would be an appropriate design for my tattoo given I am a Pisces baby.
Seeing as I was only 17 and my parents wouldn’t exactly approve of this decision, I chose to get my tattoo on my hip so that it would be easily concealed. It was over before I knew it (6 and a half minutes to be exact) and I walked out of there feeling like a changed woman.
After the trip was over, the reality started to sink in of what I had actually done. News of my rebellious act quickly spread through the social groups of my year and one of the boys decided to nickname me “The Girl with the Fish Tattoo” as a play on words of the famous book “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo”.
So there you have it; the story of how I became The Girl with the Fish Tattoo. There is a well known saying that goes “hindsight is 20/20” and this story is evidence to that. Reminiscing on this experience I realise it was probably pretty fucking stupid, but its taught me so much about myself and my character.
At the end of the day, I love my fishy tattoo and everything it represents. No Ragrets, not even one letter. Thanks for listening to my story, send through any thoughts or suggestions for my next blog!