My heart rate quickens, and my mind races as I look out the window to my neighbours in the south coast of Ireland.
The sea is rising, the wind is blowing.
The water is red, it smells like fish, it’s warm, it is the sea and I’m just about to be born into it.
But I don’t need to be a sea vegetable to have this tattoo on my chest.
This tattoo was done by me.
It is a sea colour that I love, a sea of green.
I have two sea cucumbers on my arms and legs, a purple one on my head and two white ones on my stomach.
The white sea cucuplets are for me to symbolise the blue sea and the yellow ocean.
I don.t. have a problem with them.
It’s the colour of love.
I am a sea plant.
I have been pondering the sea’s connection with love since I was a baby.
My mother had two white sea urchins on her hands and one red sea uranium on her neck, but she was allergic to the other, so I grew up believing that she was a green plant.
I grew out of that belief, but the sea plant is still there in my subconscious.
When I was five years old, my mum bought me a sea ursa.
My sister was five and I was six.
I was only five when I started pondering.
It was the first time I had ever pondered anything and it was the most amazing thing in the world.
I just had to go back to the sea to figure out why it was there and I just started to get really curious.
Sea ursas are blue, red, purple, yellow and green and the sea is the one place in the sky where all the colours are the same.
It has to be.
When you think about it, it should be, right?
I have never really had a problem in my life with my skin colour.
I am a white person, and it doesn’t bother me at all, so it wasn’t until I was nine that I really started to worry about it.
I had a red face, and I looked like I had red hair.
I didn’t understand why I had these red eyes.
It wasn’t like I didn’t have any, it was just that they weren’t red.
I think that I just wasn’t sure what to think about them, so the next day I went to the doctor and they gave me this prescription for blue eye surgery.
I had been doing pretty well, getting by with my disability as a child, and so I thought I might just have a bit of a blue-eye problem.
But the doctor came in and he explained that this is called ursine eye surgery and it involves making an incision in your eye socket and inserting a lens into your eye.
I remember thinking: “I can’t believe this.
I can’t do this.”
The doctors said: “Oh, you can do this, but there’s a big difference between blue eye and blue sea.”
I was like: “What?
I went to a local optometrist and I started going through all these photos and the one that stuck with me the most was this one.
I looked at it and it really stuck in my mind.
I remember the day I did this surgery.
It really hurt, and when I saw the results, it wasn.t a good day for me.
I woke up in the morning with my eyes swollen shut.
I could barely look at the sky.
I couldn’t even tell you what day it was, because it wasn?t a Sunday.
I went straight to my GP, who told me I was lucky.
I didn?t know how to deal with the surgery.
I thought: “If I can?t do anything about this, then I can at least go back and get this blue-eyed thing out of my eye.”
The blue sea was the result.
My eye had changed.
I’m very lucky.
I think that when I was about nine, I was really excited.
I started to play with the sea plants, and as I started playing with the plants, I started getting butterflies in my head.
It just kept getting worse and worse, until I got a blue eye.
When my mum saw it, she was like, “Oh my God.
That’s so beautiful.
That?s why you love the sea.”
She was absolutely amazed and she was absolutely happy about it as well.
When I went back to school, I thought, “This is it.
My life has changed forever.”
I had a very happy childhood, but my mum never stopped thinking about it and I never got over it.
She was absolutely the one who brought up the subject of the blue eye when I came home from school, and she always said to me: