My fat arm. Pre-tattoo.
For 20 years I covered my upper arms. Then, one day, I decided I wanted to stop hating them. So I went outside in a sleeveless dress. And the world didn’t end. I never looked back. Fuck shame.
This rules, go you
I have always been ashamed of my arms, but fuck it. Bigger arms means bigger hugs and MOAR TATTOO CANVAS!