I stumbled upon this the other day:
Ain't that the truth. I've gotten weird looks, had people look down on me, had adults try to lecture me about my decisions. When I have someone ask me about them, I'm happy to share the stories, share the parts of me that are more private. But when someone tries to invade my life and try to tell me what I should and shouldn't do, no offense but they need to go reevaluate their lives.
I thought about all these things before I got my first tattoo. I'm proud of them, and proud of who I am. For some random bank teller to tell me, oh they'll get saggy or you'll regret that later and blah blah blah. Seriously? What gives them the right? I put myself out there, and I like my ink. And I will be getting more. I could care less what people think. But when you cross the boundary of your own personal judgements, you're asking for it.
So props to all the people out there who have chosen to get inked. To those who have chosen carefully and thoughtful, and gotten something they love and look at each day with a smile. Whether it's commemoration, a memory or a dedication to something or someone, props to you guys. And we'll continue to be who we are, and not give a shit about all the other idiots out there.