“Getting ink felt right, like it would help her
put her life in order, to move forwards. It was her body, despite the things
that'd been done to it, and she wanted to claim it, to own it, to prove that to
herself. She knew it wasn't magic, but the idea of writing her own identity
felt like the closest she could get to reclaiming her life. Sometimes there's
power in the act; sometimes there's strength in words. She wanted to find an
image that represented those things she was feeling, to etch it on her skin as
tangible proof of her decision to change.”
