My dad has always told me, “Have you ever seen a bumper sticker on a Ferrari?” To which I always reply, “My body is a temple, and I want to paint its walls.”

Whenever I played as a kid, I remember pretending to be the badass hero and draw tattoos all on my left arm (given that I was right handed). When I’d go home, I would always get in trouble because “markers are for paper, not for skin.”

I’ve always wanted tattoos—much to my parents’ dismay—and I do plan on getting at least two when I graduate college. I can’t get one now because if I did my dad would kick me off the payroll, and you best believe I need to be on the payroll as a college student.

Now I don’t plan on getting a sleeve or having a peacock cover my back, but I do have a couple picked out that represent a few things that are incredibly important to me.

The first one that I plan to get is a cardinal on my left side. My family has always said that cardinals are visitors from heaven, and around my backyard there are two cardinals: one super skinny and one a little more plump. We like to say the skinny one is my Grandpop, and the other is my dog.

The cardinal will always be a reminder that they are always with me, no matter what.

The second I want to get would be a small cross (smaller than a dime) on my ankle. While I may not go to church every Sunday, I am very much a Christian and I know how important my faith is to me.

I understand that having tattoos is typically frowned upon in the work place, which is why I will have one on my side, completely hidden, while the other will be small enough for people not to notice. Having tattoos doesn't make someone a bad person, nor should people discriminate against those who do.

And while my dad may not want a “bumper sticker” to go on his youngest “Ferrari,” my tattoos will be something special to me and will always be a reminder that my loved ones will always be with me.