I don’t have any tattoos. There are times I wish I could get a lightning bolt to cover up an inch long burn scar I have on my arm, or just a small red dragon holding a rose. But I don’t for several reasons. I don’t want to spend the money, I don’t like pain, I wouldn’t be able to give blood for a year, and my husband hates them.
This post is courtesy of a picture I saw posted on Twitter. It was off a topless woman covered in tattoos everywhere but her breasts. I’m bi, and I happen to like looking at topless women. But that woman did nothing for me. I might as well as have been looking at art painted on a wall.
I don’t have anything against tattoos. I grew up with my dad having a big one on his arm. I never thought anything about them. I just assumed most men had them.
Some tattoos are beautiful pieces of art. Some are ugly, and they make me wonder why people do that to themselves. I think I have a touch of OCD, because big tattoos only on one side of the body makes a person seem lopsided. And that bothers me.
I honestly don’t get the obsession with being covered in them either. That’s just my opinion. It’s not my body to dictate what is done to it, I just know I wouldn’t.
So, anyway, some tattoos are gorgeous. They add to a person’s personality. Some tattoos are so ugly, they’re distracting. They also make me wonder about a person’s common sense. Like why would you mar yourself with something that hideous, and permanent? (I worked with one girl who had Juggalette in huge letters on her arm)
I don’t have tattoos, it’s a personal choice. I have enough scars, and freckles that show I survived this life. But everyone has their own stories, and reasons why they do things. And maybe the reason was just because they wanted to. More power to them.