“Mom, next Nov I will turn 18.”
“Then, what?”
“Then I would dye my hair, pierce my ears and… get a tattoo on the left arm.”
With an astounding, standstill face - “WHAT? I would never let you do the last one. It was bỏn for the evils of society only.”
At that moment, I felt the weight of an orthodox conception that has long overshadowed the true meaning of tattoos. Tattoos, a vibrant and deeply personal art form, are often misunderstood in our culture—a dark label unfairly cast upon an act of self-expression. I realized that this perception needed to change.