Black fine line script reading 'i am enough' with an arrow below it, its fletching shaded in teal and lavender, on a person's thigh.

Script 'i am enough' with arrow on thigh

Fine line · Thigh · Mixed · Photo

A close-up photograph of a healed or fresh tattoo on skin, showing the words 'i am enough' in flowing black cursive script. A thin black arrow runs beneath the lettering, with its feathers shaded in pale teal and lavender. The ink is crisp and even on warm, smooth skin, with the lettering filling the upper half of the frame.

Fine line Lettering Thigh Script Arrow Quote Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The new barrier arm at Carham went up on a Tuesday, and the first thing they asked me to paint was a sign nobody wanted: NO ENTRY WITHOUT PAPERS. I did it in the back of the van with the door propped open, my tin of enamel balanced on a crate of Bovril, and when Mr Eccles came to inspect it he said the letters looked like they'd been written by someone who meant every word.

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Three weeks later a woman came up the lane on foot from the Scottish side, carrying a rolled canvas and a carrier bag that clinked. The bus didn't run on Sundays and she'd missed the last one, so she sat on my bench and asked if I did lettering for people, not signs, just words. She said her hand shook too much for ink, so I should use pencil on the inside of a cigarette packet she'd smoothed flat against her knee. She dictated the line slowly, as if reading it off a wall in her head: i am enough. I wrote it in small letters, joined up the way my mother taught me, and then she asked for an arrow underneath, pointing at nothing in particular. I shaded the feathers with the last of my teal and a lilac I'd mixed by accident from two tins that should never have met.

She left the packet on the bench and walked off towards the lay-by before the taxi came. The customs officer found it that evening and, reading the arrow as a direction, sent a lorry full of pig iron the wrong way up the A697 for an hour. Eccles sold the van in spring. I kept the stencil, and sometimes, lettering a shop sign in a high street I'd never visited, I catch myself leaving a little room at the end of the line, just in case someone needs somewhere to point.