Some of the greatest storytellers of our generation are tattoos. People get them for all sorts of reasons, and their popularity spans people of all ages.
For thousands of women across the United States, their tattoos tell a different story.
Take Jennifer Kempton, for example. The victim and survivor of sex trafficking never chose the ink she wears for herself, but rather it was forced onto her skin as a way to mark her as property of a pimp.
Like Jennifer, many of the women who are trafficked and forced into prostitution at a young age are branded with a tattoo of a crown or other distinguished symbol, which is often accompanied by the name of their pimp.
Jennifer spent more than five years as a sex slave after an abusive childhood led to her being raped at 12 years old. Not long after, she was forced into prostitution where she was sexually and physically abused, became addicted to drugs, and was sold on street corners in her hometown of Columbus, Ohio.
In April of 2013, after enduring the most violent rape of her life, Jennifer decided she was going to end it all by hanging herself.
In what was supposed to be her final moments, the rope broke and she found a reason to live.
“God came to me and spoke to me and he said, ‘I have a purpose for you and it’s not to die in the basement of a crack house,'” Jennifer said.
She later escaped, and has been on a long road to recovery ever since. In addition to daily withdrawals and the usual hardships that every recovering addict has to endure, Jennifer was constantly reminded of the men who “owned” her because their names were permanently etched on her body.
After saving up enough money, she was able to get a new tattoo that would cover one of her four unwanted tattoos.
“It was so liberating to take his name off of my body and have what I want there.”
It was the pivotal moment that began Survivor’s Ink.
Jennifer had experienced an incredible sense of freedom having replaced the name of her pimp with a tattoo that would help her heal.
“It started when I got the one on my neck covered up and the next morning when I looked at myself in the mirror and I wasn’t reminded that I worked for gangs and I was a part of that kind of life. To have this beautiful flower opening and blooming, it was just, gave me a whole new breath of life.”
She wanted to provide other survivors with the same opportunity.