Beloved

I was 18. I wanted a tattoo and I wanted it to be meaningful. 
So my tattoo is the Hebrew word for beloved. It is a reminder that God loves me.

I went to Spokane to do it with my cousin Anna, who lived there. 
We went to Tiger Tattoo, which is up by Whitworth, I think. And it hurt really, really badly, but I was very proud that I didn’t cry.