“You’re gonna wear something with sleeves, right?”
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.
“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”
“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!