Health and Fitness, Life, Millennial

‘Is that a tattoo?”


No matter what kind of tattoo you get.

No matter where you get it.

No matter what size.

And they will ask you all kinds of stupid questions


“What does it mean?”

A lot

“Did it hurt?”

No Sh*t. It’s a needle poking in and out of your skin’

“Who is it for?”

My damn self

“Does someone have a match”


“How long did it take?”

Does it really matter to you?

“Is this original?”

Is anything now-a

“How are you going to get a job?”

“You know that’s permanent right?”

“Can I touch it” (Remember they will ask this question as they are already touching it)

I have a tattoo. It has a meaning. I don’t always want to explain it.

And this should be ok, but for some odd reason… it isn’t. People actually get mad when you don’t want to tell them about your tattoo, like you’re keeping some great secret about the location of magic ice-cream flavour.

I don’t get it, but I got over it. (mostly)

It is my body and I am so comfortable with what I have done with my skin that I stopped letting people’s questions bother me. I understand curiosity and I understand that tattoos draw attention, but if it does, then so be it. People are judging it, no matter whether I explain it or not. There are people who will  think it is pointless or meaningless. A waste of money. A waste of time. Foolish. Ugly. Whatever.

My body is MY canvas. Just like art in a gallery, don’t touch me. Look and move on. Be curious but don’t be rude if I don’t want to explain it to you. I am not a rebel because of it. I am not a super freak in bed. I do not like pain. I have a respectable job. My tattoo is a part of me that I have chosen to make a part of me and has nothing to do with you.




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