My body is covered with tattoos, as you have noticed. The only places left untouched is my face. I said I would never get a tattoo, but one day when my father suddenly died, I could not handle the anger and the pain. And it was not because he loved me, he was actually absent all my life. In his Will he did not even mention me, it was as if I never existed. I exist damn it! I said to myself. I felt completely unseen and that is how I have felted all of my life since I was a child. I choose men like my father, men that do not see me, men that leave me. So, I decided to make sure that I exist and went to get a tattoo to see if I felt anything. And I did! I felt the pain of the needles going through my skin and I loved it. I cried, I know I exist ! Now I have a mark on my body that proves it. For every lover, every person that has hurt me I have a tattoo now! The tattoos remind me of the pain I felt and that pain can be turned into something beautiful. Pain can be beautiful and if I was not seen before well now I am! Everyone looks at me strange because of my body covered tattoos, and others love it. I frankly do not care what they think, all I know is that now I am seen. The pain I have felted has covered my body but into something beautiful. My body, my canvas. Pain comes to me!