Tattoos!

Sorry it's been forever since I blogged, but I have decided to change my usual blog talk about life experiences to just any thoughts I had on any certain subject as well.

Tattoos are something I am completely fascinated with. Everyone has their views on it, some more harsh or addictive than others. However, what I don't understand is why if people have them they are degraded by others who's views don't agree with them. Nowadays people are more into tattoos than they were in the past. Tattoos are something personal to certain people. I have a tattoo that I got that is in honor of my mother. People ask me all the time what it means and every single time I love saying its meaning because it will always mean the same thing even after I leave this world. I do intend on getting another tattoo one day (sorry mom and dad) but it will happen. I love the reminder of knowing my moms tattoo is there and knowing other ones will be there because the symbolize something special to me in my life. Sometimes we get so caught up in our daily lives I forget to stop and think about how beautiful life is and if I love or want something I should be able to reach for it and get it. To some of the older generations, tattoos seem silly. Some reasons I agree, the heart is a more permanent place to hold things that are dear and personal to you. However, if I can agree with their statements I do believe they can understand mine. I am an artist and a writer. I love to dance, I love music and writing and being able to express and share my emotion to an audience and to myself is what I look forward to doing for the rest of my life. Why can't I simply have the pleasure to put something on my skin if something as important as my mother in my life, I inked already? Nothing won't stop me from getting it, that's one thing my father told me, "Anneleise, in the end you will do what you want to do because in the end, you are the one left with a decision." That was probably one of the most memorable quotes I have from my father. Even though he never agreed to tattoos, he supported me for my love of them. Isn't that what family is about? Supporting each other? In some instances, yes, I do believe family has the right to stop you from doing something absolutely horrible, but tattooing?

I don't expect anyone to change their minds, my father didn't but coming to an understanding is what I hoped to have accomplished.