I was asked this question several times right before prom, little over a year ago. It was the time, where we took dance lessons (dancing les lanciers is a tradition in danish high schools) and no one were able to think about anything but suits, shoes, dates, dance partners and of course DRESSES! Because of my tattoos, “you’re gonna wear something with sleeves, right?” was kinda of a mandatory question. “No…….?” I would answer.

“Oh..”

“Why should I?”

“Because of your tattoos”

“What’s wrong with them?”

“They’re not very…. galla..”

“WTF, they’re not very galla?”

“Yeah, I just assumed you would cover them so you could look nice”

“NO, you hoped I would cover them, so that YOU would think I look nice”

“… but?”

“They are a part of me, I think they are little pieces of art-heaven, I love them like beautiful, little babies. I think they are beautiful, why should I hide them? What’s the logic in getting something tattooed that you don’t think is pretty/cool/whatever. I wasn’t drunk when I got them. Get your head out of your ass, we are not speaking right now!”

- Memory may fool me, but this is quite close to an actual conversation I had to endure.

People always ask these silly questions about your tattoos.

“What about when you’re ninety years old, won’t they look ugly by then? Won’t you look ugly with those tattoos?”

“Why? Do you think you’re gonna look like Miss Universe when you’re ninety yourself ‘cause you didn’t get any?” pfffff

So glad I got that off my chest!

I just realized, how happy I am with my decisions right now.

Nothing major or life-changing, but just the smaller things, looking back. So, I just got tattooed yesterday, my 8th one, but my first bigger piece. And I am sooo happy with it, simply can’t stop thinking about it, eventhough it’s not done yet. I sat there for six hours, there’s six more to go. 

I’ve always thought that tattoos should mean something, and that you should think really hard about it before getting something done, with permanent ink, on your body, but I’m quite over that now. You simply run out of meaningful things to get. And the will ALWAYS be someone out there with a similar piece. So relax.

I also got to think about, how glad I am that I waited with this stuff ‘till I was 18 years old (that’s when you’re legally an adult in Denmark, where I live), because I matured before taking such a permanent decision. Yeah, my mom had a lot of saying in this, I wasn’t that reasonable all by myself. She would have thrown me out, if I had done it before. Now it means that I don’t have some 13-year-old-dumb-impulse-decision inked on my body forever. All my tattoos have been given a lot of thought, and I love every single one. 

At the same time, haven been given permission by my mom, and letting myself getting more mature, means I have been going to professionals, getting pierced and inked, payed (sometimes a lot of) money to have a good job done. And I have payed with my own, hard earned money. 

I will definetley force my own kids to wait with this kind of stuff, till they are “legally adult” and can pay with their own money. After that….. Their life, money, rules and scars on their body (with or without ink)

Like it is with me right now