The first tattoo I woke up prepared to start the day like any other day, looked out the window to see nothing but overcast. That should've been a sign for how the rest of my day would turn out to be. Slumping out of my cozy bed, I dragged my relentless body over to the dresser to grab the first article of clothing in sight. A black shirt with holes in it, my usual outfit choice. I stood in my doorway before making my way down the stairs, stretching with my hands above my head. My mother's voice echoes up the staircase, "What is on your stomach?". I quickly look down to see my torso exposed, showing the tattoo of the Renaissance woman covering my torso. My heart sank,