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Time Machine: A blast back to a moment in my life.
Posted in Life - 8 CommentsJuly 4th, 2009 by Madison Mitchell
Back in the winter and spring of 08′ I used to work in this tattoo shop. This shop was more or less disgusting. It was so disgusting I got a staph infection on my face there. When you walked in there was a sign that said they did 25 dollar tattoos. The floor was brown. The walls were this yellow brown color. There was always dirt and dust everywhere. Anyways, There were a few people who worked in this shop. Tom, Clyde, Rick, and Brad. They also had an apprentice that was there a few days a week who they all talked massive amounts of shit about when he wasn’t around. I forgot his name. (For some reason I have a razor blade tattooed on my leg by him because he needed to practice and I was on drugs.) Everyone in this shop was pretty much the most white trash people I’ve ever known in my entire life. You know the type of people who think racist jokes are funny. The one’s that are so homophobic that you think they might be questionable gays? That was them. Brad was a heavier set guy. Not well groomed. The talk around the shop when he wasn’t around was that he smelled because he never showered. I never really smelled him so I don’t know. There was Clyde. He kind of seemed like he had the most common sense out of all of them. He dressed semi decent. Well like a wigger but he was always clean. Then there was Rick. He was little and he was in love with unicorns. He was always nice to me but I could always see how he said negative things behind everyone’s back. So who knows. But then we get to Tom. Tom was the “manager” of this shop. Or he just told people this because he was like the Alpha Male in his own mind. He was overweight. Middle aged. Going through some mid life crisis. He drove a red corvette that he put his whole life into that had lambo doors. All of these fancy stupid upgrades. His hair was stuck in the early 90’s. He was the most two faced of them all. He used to have sex with the nastiest broads in his room for free tattoos… Or just because. Everyday I would be in there and they would say things to me like that my breasts were saggy. That I was ugly. Or that I was fat. I got ugly most of the time. I remember one time when I was detoxing off of drugs I had been broken out really bad.. They kept making comments about my bad skin. Which made me want to throw up. 2008 was a bad year for me because not only was I coming off of drugs and going to college full time I was also dealing with the death of a really close friend and someone who I loved, Mark A. Heller. I had just lost my family. So pretty much my life was falling apart. But, you know they had no problem at all kicking me while I was down. Still to this day I hear their voices in the back of my mind telling me my breasts are saggy when I am wearing a low cut shirt. Or that I have an ugly face. Or that my hair was disgusting. Or that I was disgusting. Most of the time I will just look at myself in the mirror and I will breathe and reaffirm the fact that not everyone is going to think I am beautiful but I am beautiful as a person inside and out. I’m pretty sure I know that’s cheesy so don’t remind me. But, I believe in self affirmations and positive thinking results in positive things happening. So, back to my story. Tom at the time was already over weight and he had this drug dealer come into the shop telling him about how steroids would help him lose weight. Tom went on this kick of doing steroids but get this people… He never worked out. He would lift weights for like 5 minutes and then go smoke a cigarette. He was so unhealthy. Its almost sad thinking about it now. The reason I am talking about this is because at that time in my life I was only eating one cup of oatmeal a day because I didn’t want to be “fat” anymore. Because everyday I walked into that shop people were talking shit to me. The negativity was so terrible. It ruined me and tore me down. I was thinking on my drive home from buying cold medicine today about how now I am pretty much the healthiest I’ve ever been. I go to the gym 6 days a week. I have color in my skin and the sun is keeping my moods generally light. I’m drinking more water than I ever have been. I just feel really good. P.s. I’ve lost 12 pounds of fat so far. WOO HOO. Sometimes I wonder if anything bad has happened to these people because the child in me wants to see bad shit happen to them. But, then the adult in me just needs to breathe and not judge why they were they way they were. The extent of my horrible treatment really didn’t go to in depth in this story. I just wanted to keep this light. There was physical abuse involved as well as manipulation. But, my point is. I’m really proud how far I have come in the last year. I hope that it can only keep going up. I have followed my diet and my cardio/weight lifting routine so well. It’s almost become a habit now. The other day my neck hurt so bad that I couldn’t do anything so I did laps in the pool instead. Dana has helped me a lot too. When I am hungry for junk food we don’t eat it. I made some dinner for her the other day we made taco’s with low sodium and low fat. Anyways, I just wanted to type about that because I had been thinking about it on my drive.
I hope you all have a happy fourth of July. Also remember you can still be patriotic without playing with explosives and blowing your fingers off.
xoxox
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