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It’s called a tramp stamp, but I call my lower back tattoo a sign of the times

A decade after getting inked on my backside, I simultaneously love and am embarrassed by my angel tattoo.

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White-knuckled, I focus on the drawings of well-endowed school girls bursting out of their uniforms on the wall across the room. My eyes travel past them to classic pin-ups and more generic anchors, roses and butterflies before the needle’s first zing, piercing a thin layer of skin in the middle of my lower back.

I clench my teeth and see spots. A three-inch high, one-and-a-half-inch wide angel emerges just above my backside. I was 18.

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