I feel strangely at peace with the idea of my tattoos lately. I am no more proud of them, but I am not ashamed to show them any more. Maybe it is because I know they are going away? Maybe it is because I am an idiot.Either way, I feel different. When I put my finger on it, I'll invest more time explaining myself. For now, I'd like to leave it alone.
I have other things I'd like to talk about, like setting examples.
How many times a day do you see a pretty young lady covered in tattoos, who happens to also be pushing a stroller? How many times a day do you see a woman who is aging, even if she is aging well, and is covered in tattoos? How does she make you feel, this aging tattooed woman?
What exactly are we telling our children when we choose to alter ourselves?
