Script lettering reading Believe in Yourself on the inner wrist and forearm, with Be and You in pink and the rest in dark blue-black ink.

Believe in Yourself script on the wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo is a flowing script phrase reading Believe in Yourself, set across the inner wrist and forearm. The linework is fine and even, with the letters joined by connecting strokes and a long looping tail under the Y. The words Be and You are inked in pink while the remaining letters are dark blue-black, and the photograph is taken straight on against a plain skin background with a faint grey tattoo fragment visible at the left edge.

Lettering Forearm Believe Script Word Phrase

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You find the card at ten past three, tucked behind the sharps bin in bay four, where nobody would look unless they were hunting for a pen. The handwriting is looping and confident, the capitals swinging like someone who signed cheques with a flourish. It says Believe in Yourself in blue biro, and someone has gone over the Be twice in red, as if the first pass didn't count.

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Mrs Ferrier ran the florist on Callow Street for thirty-one years and has been on Ward Nine since Tuesday, her daughter's handwriting propped on the windowsill beside a vase of carnations that are already browning at the edges. You pin the card back on the corkboard above the drip stand, between the rota and a notice about fire doors. Sister Adeyemi tells you to take it down because it isn't clinical, and you say you will, and you don't.

At half four Mrs Ferrier wakes and asks for her glasses, then for the card. You hand it over. She reads it with one finger under each word, the way she probably once checked a delivery note against an invoice, and then she taps the red letters twice. "That's Carol's doing," she says. "She reckoned I'd forget the first bit."

She holds the card out until you take it back. "Keep it," she says. "You look like you could do with the first bit more than me." You fold it once and slide it into the pocket of your tunic, where it sits against your ribs for the rest of the shift, the red words facing outwards whenever you lean over a bed.