Today, I found out that visible body art is not permitted within the premises of high-security areas owned by the government. These are things that my stubborn mind simply will not understand.
Your body is an empty canvas waiting to be filled with beautiful things. You lose your first kiss on your lips and you lose yourself between hot breaths and messy hair, sweaty mess and intimidating glares. You paint your nails and dye your hair, you spend three hours sitting on a chair just for that picture perfect moment and occasional stares.
Why then, are tattoos such a taboo? Tattoos are a statement of bravery, the highest level of body art commitment. They speak the words you have never dared to speak, they express the emotions you were too afraid to express. They are not violent. They were never violent. They were not supposed to be associated with violence.
My tattoo reminds me of all the things I ever needed to prioritize, it reminds me to be a human and against all odds fight to keep what’s mine. I am not ashamed, I am not afraid of my tattoo. If anything, I wear it with pride.
Some things I am probably too dumb to understand; but tattoos, they have always been all around me and one day they will be all over me.
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