I was born in 1964. I’m the last of the baby boomers. Times were different back then. There was no such thing as being woke. No one was politically correct. Man hadn’t even walked on the moon yet and there were plenty of stereotypes.
I’m going to talk about one of the stereotypes that I was brought up with and that is tattoos. When I was a child, I was taught that people who had tattoos were the bad people that you needed to stay away from. They were the ones that you never took home to meet mom.
It takes courage to change. To have eyes that see all that is around you. Ears that truly listen to the truth. It takes a lot to change the beliefs that have been embedded in your mind. I’m at that point in my life.
I know that people with tattoos are some of the most beautiful and kindest people I have ever known. They are my dear friends. They have been there when I was at my lowest. I love them dearly.
Next month I will join them by having the forbidden tattoos on my body. That sounds silly to say but that stereotype still exists. I will help break it.
My tattoos will be done by an artist. My body will be his canvas. I’m excited about it. I can’t wait to show my friends that belong to this forbidden group. It’s also exciting that I will belong to this group. I believe my true self is coming out. That is a good thing.