PSA: My Tattoos Are Not About You

So, every once in a while, I get a little ranty. Normally I try to vent to my bff or husband and keep it off the interwebs. I don’t like putting negativity out there; however, every once in a while, I feel like shouting out into the internet void.

Off and on for a while, I’ve encountered something that really gets on my last nerve – people who feel the need to comment in a negative way about my tattoos to my face.

A stranger in line at the zoo told me that I would be pretty if it weren’t for my tattoos. It’s a shame she said.

Seriously? I was raised by people who are certifiably insane and I know better than to talk to a stranger like that.

What is it about tattoos that makes people who don’t like them feel like they should say something to you?

There are a lot of things I don’t like but I don’t walk up to strangers and tell them.

Also, did it ever occur to you that everyone’s standard of beauty is different?

I’ve even had people in my family tell me how much they dislike them. I found their comments to be incredibly hurtful and unnecessary. When you are part of someone’s family you should love them and be positive for them. They have the rest of the world to give them negative feedback; they don’t need to hear it from you too. If you can’t say something nice; keep it to yourself.

Here’s the deal:

  • I know I have them. You aren’t telling me something I don’t know.
  • I didn’t get them for anyone but myself. I happen to like them. I chose them carefully.
  • I did not accidentally get them.
  • They don’t mean anything that you need to know about.
  • They also don’t mean that I’m part of a gang of any sort.
  • Having them does not hurt anyone.
  • You don’t need to tell me if you like them or not. A lot of times, I can tell when a person sees them how they feel. Your face usually gives you away.

Bottom line: I don’t judge you for NOT having tattoos, so please do me the courtesy of not judging me for having them.

My newest tattoo
prompt, short story, Writing

February’s Prompt

I hope everyone’s month and year are off to a good start. For me, January felt like the longest month ever!

Last month I started my short story challenge for the year. The guidelines for it can be found on my first post of the year: 2020 Short Story Challenge.

Additionally, if you missed last month’s story, be sure to check it out before you read this month’s. Last month the story set the stage for what’s coming this year.

January’s short story: Turkey Dinner Stalemate.

And now it’s time to get going on February’s part. Here is the prompt for this month:

I didn’t cry when she died, or at the funeral, or at the reception. It wasn’t until the next morning when I went to the pantry and saw row upon row of canned vegetables, fruits and jams she had prepared for the long winter ahead. The shelves were filled with…

Complete the Story

My challenge this year includes tying all the stories together, and I can’t wait to see how this one is going to connect to last month’s.

Happy reading and writing this month!