The words, “I would love to have a tattoo,” is something my mom would hate to hear me say.
I can almost picture her face as I spew those words out – eyes wide, eyebrows raised as she’s about to lecture me.
As a child of conservative Christian values, the idea of permanently marking my body with ink seems to clash with how I was raised.
Yes, I know: “Your parents shouldn’t dictate what you do to your body.” I get it, to a certain extent.
We live in a world where individuality is celebrated and self-expression through tattoos has become a form of art.
The idea of being able to carry a piece of your soul, your story or your beliefs on your skin is appealing. When I think about it, I am filled with excitement and hesitation.
Growing up in a conservative household does sway my mind, no matter how independent I may feel. I was taught that my body is a temple, a “vessel” that should remain pure.
So, this internal conflict exists.
The loud conversations people would have that I’ve heard since childhood, telling me “you’ll look informal, you’ll be disrespected, they won’t take you seriously, hide it if you do.”
Yet, the temptation of getting tattoos persists. Do I need a deep reason to get one, or is it enough to simply appreciate the design?
What if I hate it later on? What if I regret the decision when I’m older and see the design fading with age? The thought of permanence feels scary.
I’m a young adult, and while I feel confident in many ways, I still don’t feel fully settled into who I am. I know my mind and body are still evolving, and that’s part of the reason why I hesitate.
Plus, tattoos aren’t cheap. The cost, the time and the experience of the artist all factor into the equation. A tattoo is a luxury and it deserves careful consideration.
I’ve seen how tattoos can carry emotional weight. Many people get tattoos to honor the memory of loved ones, especially family members who have passed away. For some, it’s a beautiful way to commemorate a relationship or an experience that shaped their lives. It’s not just ink, it’s a legacy, a tribute, a piece of someone’s history.
Despite all these uncertainties, curiosity remains. Would I ever get a tattoo? If I did, what would it symbolize? And when would be the right time?
Tattoos are not just about the designs; they’re about the journey to self-expression, the exploration of who we are and what we value.
For now, I’ll wait until I feel ready.
