#tattooremoval
After 8 full sessions on this upper arm tattoo we did one more “clean up” pass and we are really to call this guy gone! #forestcityroots #tattoo #tattooremoval #laser #laserremoval #asclepion #leehortonlaserportfolio
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Every tattoo is different and every person is different, therefore tattoos will fade at different rates. Come in for a free consult anytime and we can chat about what to expect! (at Legacy Tattoo & Piercings)
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8 sessions on this amateur leg tattoo. Amateur tattoos like this one can be unpredictable but this one has faded very nicely. We did one more clean up session on it and we will revisit the area in a few months! #forestcityroots #tattoo #tattooremoval #laser #laserremoval #asclepion #leehortonlaserportfolio
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Every tattoo is different and every person is different, therefore tattoos will fade at different rates. Come in for a free consult anytime and we can chat about what to expect! (at Legacy Tattoo & Piercings)
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This tattoo was on the stubborn side but after 6 sessions we are seeing the dramatic results we want, one more should do it! #forestcityroots #tattoo #tattooremoval #laser #laserremoval #asclepion #leehortonlaserportfolio
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Every tattoo is different and every person is different, therefore tattoos will fade at different rates. Come in for a free consult anytime and we can chat about what to expect! (at Legacy Tattoo & Piercings)
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Seeing some good progress after 3 #tattooremoval treatments on my own hand. #forestcityroots #tattoo #tattooremoval #laser #laserremoval #asclepion #leehortonlaserportfolio
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Every tattoo is different and every person is different, therefore tattoos will fade at different rates. Come in for a free consult anytime and we can chat about what to expect! (at Legacy Tattoo & Piercings)
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I was young and dumb. Thought my marriage would last until I took my last breath.
I was wrong.
Last May, I came to my senses and realized I was married to a narcissist asshole who couldn’t accept that his son was gay and that I was supporting of his sexuality. It felt like I had finally taken off my rose colored glasses and saw the real person I was married to for the first time in almost 18 years. So, I took a huge leap and left. My son and I moved out. And we haven’t looked back. Over a year later, I’m officially divorced, back in grad school, still supporting my son, raising him by myself, and have a wonderful and supportive boyfriend. I feel like I found myself. I’m laughing again. I’m taking care of myself. I’m protecting my peace.
And lasering this stupid wedding ring tattoo off.
