Tattoosday 015: Snowflake

Tattoosday 015: Snowflake


"Snowflake," Nicole Mello

When I was born, on the first day of winter in 1995, it snowed, and my dad called me "Snowflake" ever since. It was just a little thing; he didn't call me that every single day, it wasn't a well-known nickname. But that was how he addressed cards to me, and it was the little drawings he did to make me feel better, and it was the ornament he gave me on my birthday every year. My dad was my first best friend, and still remains my best friend to this day. He is my first line of support and my favorite voice to hear in the mornings, since I still call him every day to talk to him.

My father and I share a lot of things - our Portuguese heritage, our love of writing, our excitement for holidays, our fascination with films, our compassion, and our mental illness. We share obsessive-compulsive disorder, an incredibly damaging disease that has haunted me since my childhood, and him for even longer. When I first started developing symptoms, I thought I was completely alone, until I was able to confide in my parents and my father understood what was happening to me. The partner in crime I had had since childhood then also became my confidant, my advisor, the one person in the world who really understood what I was going through. 

For my twentieth birthday, I got my second tattoo and my dad got his first. We drove out to Bondsville, Massachusetts and got matching snowflakes - meticulously drawn, to cater to our OCD. No two snowflakes are alike, but ours match identically. I am proud to call him my father and proud to call him my best friend, and proud to have this link that ties us together even when we are hours and miles apart.

I always have something that grounds me, something that reminds me that I am safe, and that I am loved, and that, even though it does not always feel that way, I will always be okay. This tattoo is my favorite of the ones I have, a talisman against the world, against my illness. No matter what you fear, there is someone who is your protector, someone who is your best friend, who loves you through your darkness. For me, that person has always been my father.


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