Kiara colombani

My latest tattoo honors my dog Bubbles, who passed away after 9 amazing years, on the morning of my birthday. I had a tattoo appointment that week and changed my original plan to get a chain with charms down my forearm, each one representing her. One charm was meant to be the letter "B" for Bubbles, but the artist misunderstood and gave me a little bee instead. I didn’t realize until it was outlined, but I ended up loving it. Now, that bee is Bubbles, always with me.

Some pieces carry deep personal meanings, but more than anything, each one serves as a snapshot of what I was feeling or going through when I got it. They’re all special in their own way. Each tattoo was done by a different artist, so my body feels like a living art installation, an exhibition of the many talented hands that have contributed to my story. I truly believe tattoos are a form of art, and it’s an honor to carry that art with me for the rest of my life.

Where do I even begin? First, I’d get a new tattoo, it's been a financially tough year, and tattoos bring me so much joy. I already have 32 and hope to fill every space I can. Next, I’d finally travel to Japan, a place that’s been at the top of my bucket list for years. Experiencing the culture, food, and art would be a dream come true. Most importantly, I’d save and invest in opening my own coffee shop, a dream I’ve held close to my heart since I was a kid.