As everyone knows, ink is something that can never be undone. It is something permanent and is very difficult to cover up or remove. It can be in a form as simple as a pen caressing a piece of paper or as complex as a needle drenched in ink, piercing through skin to form a different kind of art, known as a tattoo. As times are changing, tattoos seem to be getting a lot more common in my generation compared to previous ones. As tattoos become more popular, so do the criticisms. Why are tattoos frowned upon by some but cherished by others? In this society is it still considered deviant to get tattoos? Many years ago it was considered out of the norm of society for people to get tattoos, especially when in the workplace, while people today believe tattoos are a beautiful work of art. I think the best way of expression is art, and what better way to believe in art then to put it on your body? That’s exactly what I’ve always wanted and someday will do.
I became interested in tattoos at a very young age. A lot of my uncles have them and I remember as a little girl looking at my uncle’s forearms and their hands and wondering what they were. They always used to tell me that my other uncles were being silly and decided to have fun with permanent markers and had a field day on his arms. As I grew older, I noticed they weren’t going away, so I became more curious. Once I hit about 11 or 12 years old I knew they were permanent and tattoos. I would ask what that one meant and why was that one there etc. That was also the same age I began to wonder what I would look like if I got tattoos. My sister was about 18 when she brought home her first boyfriend. Everything would’ve been fine if he wasn’t covered in tattoos. Being sixteen, I knew for sure that I was going to get a tattoo as soon as I was of age, but I didn’t want to disobey my parents to that extent.
My nineteenth birthday just passed, and I’ve known for a long time that I wanted to have tattoos