Black script lettering reading Don't forget to love yourself across the upper chest, in a fine lettering style.

Script quote across the upper chest

Lettering · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a tattoo on the upper chest near the collarbone, showing the words Don't forget to love yourself in a flowing cursive script over two lines. The linework is thin and dark grey to black, with little or no shading. The skin tone is warm, and the subject wears a white lace top that is pulled aside, with a hand holding the fabric at the edge of the frame.

Lettering Chest Quote Script Text Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The brush had been soaking in the turps jar since Tuesday, and Ada Pell still hadn't decided whether to clean it or let it harden. The board lay across two trestles in the back yard of the Plough, a length of elm planed smooth, waiting for the last line of the village notice. Everyone in Hale End had an opinion on what it should say. The vicar wanted scripture. The landlord wanted the price of a pint. Nobody had asked Ada, so she had written it herself in pencil on the back of a feed bill.

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She had learned the loops from her mother, who had learned them from a copybook that smelled of coal smoke. Down the stroke, up the swell, the hairline thin on the way back. Her mother had never painted a sentence she didn't believe, and she always said that was the only rule a signwriter needed. Ada had broken it twice, both times for money, and both times the letters came out as crooked as a hedge in a gale.

Now she dipped the sable and took a breath. The first line ran easily, the D curling like a fern unrolling in the wet. The second line she slowed for, because those were the words she had been avoiding all week. When she leaned back to look at the whole board, a robin dropped onto the edge of the trestle to inspect the paint, head cocked, as if checking the spelling.

At dusk she carried the board down the lane and propped it against the stile at the edge of the wood, where the walkers would come on it first. In the morning there were three small prints in the wet corner of the paint, the robin's, neat as stitches. Ada looked at them for a long time before she decided to leave them there.