This whole this is a metaphor…
When I ask my parents about getting a tattoo. I was 18. I asked them what they would do, even though I was technically an adult, but I was still in high school. They had their say, but both ended it with it’s your body, and you’re going to do whatever you want with it. Talk about some good parenting. I got my first tattoo at 20 and have had a few since.
I get a lot of different opinions with my tattoos, my clothes, my ears getting pierced, my need to go dye my hair every 3-6 months. People say things to me like they have a say. With my tattoos, I have had some people think they have the right to grab at me to look at the tattoo on my arm, others say cool and want to know more, and others like to ask me why as they look at me with disgust and disbelief. Telling me I shouldn’t have done that to my body. Like it’s their right to my body. But it’s my body I can do whatever I want with it cause it’s mine. Well, isn’t it?
I’m the one taking care of it, feeding it, and living in it, right?
It confuses me what people do/say about my body like I have some kind of tag that says they have ownership of it. It seems like people like to give their views and put their opinions on you and your body. And that tattoo “you are going to have for the rest of your life” like we don’t know that or something. They don’t understand. Instead, they are questioning our decisions from their own perspective and beliefs. And that’s the thing people are so in this idea of their values and their opinion, and their beliefs that when someone goes against their beliefs it’s a threat- they become territorial, judgmental and you become wrong.
I am getting tattoos, NOT to tell you to go get a tattoo, BUT cause I want to get a tattoo CAUSE it’s my body, and I have the RIGHT to MY body.
