Now She's Hard to Beat
My name is Elizabeth. I got this tattoo because I was abused as a child. My Dad told my teachers that my black eyes were from my clumsy tripping. He soon discovered that it was easier to hide the beatings when he punched me in the stomach. It took a broken rib and punctured lung for me to gain the courage to report him.
This tattoo reminds me to play nice all the time. It also shows my strength. I'm nice by choice, not from weakness.
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