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MOTHERHOOD
Misconceptions of a Tattooed Mom
Stereotypes of a modified parent kill any hope I had for humanity
I started getting tattooed well before I had kids.
The day I turned 18, I skipped school and sat on the steps with a friend, waiting for the shop to open at noon.
My first tattoo was on the back of my neck, and I was told I would be kicked out if I got it. I had long hair, so I wasn’t worried about it.
Within a week my dad saw it and was fuming.
This was just the beginning of him scolding my choice of body art.
But wait there's more.
I was in my 20s when I started going all in and getting larger pieces and stretching my ears.
Kat Von D was my idol at the time. I thought she was gorgeous, and I loved that she looked how she wanted to look.
Needless to say, I liked how tattoos looked on women.
I knew I wanted them; I wanted a lot of them.
Every time I would get a tattoo, it was barely healed before I was planning my next.
