For the past 3 plus years since I’ve started acquiring my ink, I’ve been mindful not to bare my tattooed skin in front of my parents (whom are culturally old fashioned) out of respect. Today I entered their house wearing shorts for the first time in front of my parents. My dad hugged me, kissed my forehead, shook his head and with a smile on his face said “hey, no more tattoos.” My mom greeted me with a hug and a kiss as well, then said “you’re finally wearing shorts in front of us!” In which I replied, “Dad’s gonna kill me.” She shook her head and said, “No, he’s not. Show it off. He needs to get used to seeing his kid with tattoos. Anyway, it’s permanent, so why hide it?” That, in its own odd way was a sign my parents accept me, in all I am, ink and all. Which to me, is such a momentous movement forward for my parents. #blessed 🙏
