My daughter and I were talking a few weeks ago about tattoos. She has informed me that on her 18th birthday (just a few weeks away) she’s getting a tattoo along with her best friend, taunting me to get one as well. Now, I have nothing against tattoos…they can be beautiful and have great meaning! But I knowing myself as I am daily trying to do….I realize that I am wwwaaayyyy to fickle for such things.
My previous “pooh pooh” against a tattoo was the “I don’t want to be a grandma with a butterfly tattoo on my boob that’s now flown down to my belly.” I’ve come to realize that that’s not the issue at all.
My problem is that I know that even if I find an image that resonates in me all the way to my toes – that I fall head-over-heals for tomorrow, it will not hold the same meaning for me in 20, 10, even 5 years from now. I’m changing, ever evolving and my tastes, philosophies, beliefs are changing as well. Sure, there are those that believe that a tattoo would be a great reminder of where you are at this moment of your life…I guess I’m just not one of them. It’s so permanent! Yeah, you can get it lazered off if you really want to…but why do it in the first place?
But as I said earlier…I am ever changing and evolving – so who knows maybe for my birthday (next month!) I may opt for a hawk in full flight across my chest (but more likely, a cute ladybug on my hip) or like the guy on top – washing instructions! Ha!
What are your feelings on tattoos?