Some people like tattoos. Some people don't like tattoos.
Some people ask why I have tattoos and it is always a hard question to answer. It seems very surface to paint one's body... as if you weren't happy with what God gave you or you are trying to make yourself into a billboard or trying to be cool. I guess some of that is probably true. I am drawn to other people with tattoos and I often say those people are cool. But not because they have tattoos.
The reason for tattoos is something deeper. To others, it says I don't need to be accepted by you. To me, it reminds me everyday of what I value, what I love, and who I am. It represents my individualism in a world that doesn't always treat the individual kind...where the mob rules.
In that world, I will take the underdogs... the people who don't live by all the rules, those who may be a little messed up by life, those who don't take the corporate jobs, those who are not afraid to use their voice and actions, those who are not content to just fit in, those who and kind and wear themselves on their sleeves.
Okay, not the greatest explanation but you know what who cares. I guess I am just one of those people that like tattoos.