
The sun is a beginning. It is hope. It is the power of rebirth. It shines upon barren lands, warms even the coldest of hearts, and reminds me every day: no matter how long the night may last, the light will always return. On my skin, the sun doesn’t shine with heat — it shines with stories. With pain I’ve endured, falls I’ve taken, and the countless times I stood back up — stronger.
I didn’t tattoo the sun because I’ve always been happy. I tattooed it because there were times I wasn’t. And now, every time I look at it, I see my journey — from confusion to clarity, from brokenness to healing. This tattoo isn’t just beautiful; it is a piece of my soul, written in ink, in pain, and in resilience.
The sun on my skin — so I’ll never forget:
I am the light of my own life.