I’m Kayla. I got a tiny semicolon tattoo on my left wrist two summers ago. It’s small. It’s simple. But it means a lot to me. You know what? It still surprises me how much power a tiny mark can hold.
Why a semicolon at all?
Writers use a semicolon when a sentence could end, but doesn’t. That hit me. Life can pause, but keep going. For many folks, it stands for mental health, healing, and hope. For me, it’s a quiet nod to a chapter I lived through. Not a loud sign. Just a steady one.
If you’re curious about how this punctuation mark became such a widespread emblem of hope, this deep-dive into the semicolon tattoo’s meaning breaks down its roots in mental-health advocacy and why so many people choose it as a reminder to keep writing their own stories.
I like that it’s punctuation. It’s tidy. It’s nerdy. It’s also tender. Both things can be true.
A huge part of that tenderness was championed by Amy Bleuel through Project Semicolon, a movement she started in 2013 to raise awareness and provide resources for anyone struggling with suicidal thoughts.
The day I got it
I went to a small, clean shop near my work. The floor smelled like green soap and coffee. My artist, Jay, showed me three sizes on transfer paper. I picked the middle one. Bold dot, thin curve. Classic.
It took maybe 10 minutes. The line work felt like a fast cat scratch. On a scale of 1 to 10, the pain was a 3. The machine buzzed. My hand shook a tiny bit. I breathed with the noise. Jay wiped, inked, wiped. Then it was done. We both smiled. Simple wins.
It cost me $80 plus tip. I brought a granola bar and a friend, which helped more than I thought.
Healing and care (the un-fancy truth)
Jay wrapped it in Saniderm for a day. I peeled it off in the shower. I washed it with unscented soap, patted it dry, and used a thin layer of Aquaphor for three days. After that, I switched to plain lotion. Aveeno worked fine.
It peeled like a sunburn around day 4. Don’t pick. I know, it’s hard. I kept it out of the sun and the pool for two weeks. By day 10, it looked calm and clean.
Tip I learned the hard way: sunscreen. My wrist sees a lot of light. I use SPF 50 now so it doesn’t fade fast.
What it means to me, for real
It’s a reminder to pause. Drink water. Text a friend. Step outside. I touch it when my thoughts run too fast. Does it fix bad days? No. But it helps me stay. Even a breath can be a bridge.
On the flip side, some days it feels heavy. Like a small stone in my pocket. But that’s honest, and I’d rather be honest.
Real moments it sparked
- A cashier asked what it meant. I said, “It means keep going.” She nodded and said, “Same.”
- My grandma thought it was a dot and a comma. Which, to be fair, it is. We laughed. I told her the deeper part later.
- My coworker, a programmer, showed me his semicolon on his ring finger. “Code needs it,” he said. “So do I.”
- My friend Mia has hers behind her ear with a tiny blue splash. It peeks out when she puts her hair up. It’s sweet, not loud.
- My cousin added a small butterfly on top of her semicolon. It looks like a pause that learned to fly. Cheesy? Maybe. Still cute.
Pros and cons, plain and simple
Pros:
- Small, fast, and clean
- Big meaning without a big script
- Easy to place and easy to hide
- Good price for a first tattoo
- Can start kind talks with kind people
Cons:
- People may ask personal questions (sometimes when you’re not in the mood)
- Wrist tattoos can fade and need a touch-up
- It can feel “heavy” on hard days
- Not every workplace gets it (sad but true)
Styles and spots I tried or saw
Mine is black ink, mid-size, left wrist. Very classic.
- My friend Mia: behind the ear with soft watercolor wash
- A barista I met: on the ankle, thin line, tiny heart tucked in
- My cousin: semicolon plus butterfly, inner forearm
- A runner at my gym: simple semicolon on the collarbone—looks crisp with a tank top
If you want quiet, try the ribs, ankle, or behind the ear. If you want a daily nudge, wrist or finger works. Finger tattoos fade faster though, so plan for touch-ups.
Seeing how different bodies and ages wear a small symbol can be encouraging. Speaking of moms who absolutely own their ink, I recently scrolled through a gallery of confident, tattoo-positive MILFs who rock their tattoos. If you’re looking for fresh placement ideas—or just proof that getting inked can look incredible well past your twenties—the images there might give you a bold dose of inspiration.
Sometimes, though, the best inspiration strikes after a casual chat with someone new. If you ever find yourself passing through Missouri’s cozy suburb of Clayton and want to meet locals who are just as eager to swap tattoo stories as they are to grab a late-night coffee, the listings on Backpage Clayton can quickly connect you with open-minded adults, give you real-time meet-up options, and maybe even lead you to your next great artist recommendation.
Tips if you’re thinking about it
- Write your “why” on a sticky note. Read it for a week. If it still fits, go for it.
- Test placement with a Sharpie or a temporary tattoo.
- Look for an artist who’s great at fine lines. Check healed photos, not just fresh ones.
- Eat first. Bring water. Bring a friend if you can.
- Keep aftercare simple: unscented soap, thin ointment, then plain lotion. No picking. Sunscreen later.
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What I’d tell a friend
This little mark holds me. It says, “Pause. Breathe. Keep going.” It’s not magic. It’s a cue. A comma with backbone.
Would I get it again? Yes. I’d even add a tiny star one day, like a night light for the pause. But it’s your story. Your skin. If you feel ready, it can be a steady anchor. If not, that’s fine too. You can still carry the meaning without the ink.
You know what? Either way, you’re allowed to pause. You’re allowed to keep going.