There are moments in life when you don’t just change direction…
you change identity.
Getting my first tattoo wasn’t an impulse.
I got it as an act of remembering… and an act of becoming.
Because before we are anything, we are stardust.
And everything after that is simply a series of births, griefs, and rebirths that carry us closer to who we truly are.
This tattoo is the story of my first birth… and my second.
A Symbol of Birth: From Stardust We Came
I was born in the deepest part of autumn, under Scorpio skies…
a season of shedding, transforming, choosing, and feeling deeply.
Autumn has always been the season I meet myself again.
It is when I feel both the weight of endings and the beauty of beginnings.
I always loved the idea that we are made of stardust.
That our bones carry the memory of galaxies.
That our breath comes from elements forged in collapsing stars.
That our path is never random… but also never fixed.
For most of my life, I let society write the script for me:
go to university, get the qualifications, choose a stable career, work hard, climb the ladder, fit the mould, be the good girl, keep the peace, don’t ask too many questions, don’t take too many risks.
But stardust doesn’t fit in boxes.
It expands.
It glows.
It wanders.
It insists on becoming.
The stars in my tattoo follow the Scorpio constellation – a reminder of my origin.
A reminder that my life started in the stars.
And if the universe could rewrite itself through supernovas and collisions, then surely, so can I.
A Symbol of Rebirth: The Sun, the Moon, and Choosing Myself
Then there is the sun and the moon.
Two symbols that have followed me throughout this transition…
leaving corporate life, changing my life path, choosing to stop pretending I was “happy enough.”
The sun carries the masculine: direction, structure, movement, warmth.
The moon carries the feminine: intuition, softness, cycles, feeling.
Together, they balance.
Together, they breathe life.
This part of the tattoo represents the two energies I’ve spent my whole life trying to reconcile…
what the world expected from me versus what my soul actually desired.
Corporate life fed my masculine: the logic, the pushing, the striving.
But it starved my feminine: the presence, the creativity, the intuition, the meaning.
This tattoo marks the moment I finally said:
“No more living a life written by others.
I will write my own.”
Together, they represent the balance I am still learning to find within myself.
But they also represent two souls who defined my world:
Matthew: my sun,
the masculine presence that grounds me.
Not in a stereotypical “strong man” way,
but in a quiet, gentle, present way
that makes my world feel safe enough for me to fall apart and rebuild again.
Marley: my moon,
my dog, yes – but also the soul who made me a mother,
who softened everything sharp inside me,
who saved my life when I didn’t even know I needed saving.
He softened me.
He healed me.
He saved me – literally and emotionally.
Together, they reflect the dual energies of sun and moon,
masculine and feminine,
strength and softness,
that define the deeper meaning of this tattoo.
This tattoo became the bridge between the version of me society sculpted
and the version I am now sculpting myself.
Autumn: The Season of Letting Go
Autumn is the season of falling leaves… the soft colours, the cosy energy, the calm.
But autumn is also a season of grief…
truths we can no longer avoid,
masks we can no longer wear,
and paths we can no longer stay on.
I was born in autumn.
I got the tattoo in autumn.
I am leaving corporate life in autumn.
Coincidence?
Maybe not.
This season carried me through the quiet ache of letting go:
Letting go of a career that shaped me.
Letting go of an identity I wore for my whole life.
Letting go of a version of me that was strong… but also tired.
Letting go of pretending I was happy in environments that no longer aligned with my soul.
Leaving corporate life is not just a career change.
It is a grief.
And grief is real.
But grief is not the enemy.
Grief also taught me something else:
Letting go is not losing.
Letting go is choosing.
Choosing growth.
Choosing truth.
Choosing a path that finally feels like mine.
The Birth of alive.unposed
When the tattoo healed, I realised something unexpected:
I had accidentally designed the birth story of my brand.
Sun + moon + stars =
the cosmic recipe for life.
If it wasn’t for Thea, our ancient moon, colliding with Earth and creating our tilt,
our seasons,
our cycles,
our rhythm,
life as we know it wouldn’t exist.
And if the moon shaped our cycles,
the sun is what shaped our possibility…
the warmth, the light, the energy that brings every cycle to life.
Birth is cosmic.
Rebirth is cosmic.
And alive.unposed was born from that same energy.
So this tattoo doesn’t just symbolise my birth.
It symbolises the birth of alive.unposed –
a brand that honours nature, cycles, slowing down, choosing presence, and feeling alive again.
Even the logo carries this spirit:
the curve, the balance, the flow, the circle of becoming.
A reminder that life isn’t meant to be posed or perfected,
but lived
alive and unposed.
Why This Tattoo Matters So Much
People ask why I finally did it.
Why now?
Why this design?
And the answer is simple:
Because I’m finally choosing myself.
Not the version of me that looked good on paper.
Not the version others expected me to be.
Not the one who lived for approvals, promotions, stability, or safety.
But the version brave enough to risk everything
for a life that feels true.
This tattoo is my declaration:
that I am allowed to begin again.
That rebirth is my right.
That nothing good grows from pretending.
This tattoo is not just ink.
It is my birth.
And my rebirth.
My becoming… alive and unposed.
and the continuation of everything I am still becoming.
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