Tattoos tell a story. The type of story depends on the tattoo. A story could mean the tattoo means so much to a person because it represents their grandmother that passed away and was a huge influence on their life. Or it could be that you went with your two best friends in college to this crappy tattoo shop on one of the most memorable nights of your life. Every tattoo has a story.

Now these days, there are many different views about tattoos. Many people find them to be trashy. Many people find them amazing. Some people admire tattoos, they just would never get one themself. There are also people that think tattoos with meaning are okay, but “meaningless” tattoos are stupid.

Personally, I like any and all tattoos. I love the ones that are super serious and intricate. I love the ones that are simple and not necessarily well done. I love them because of the story that they provide, no matter what kind of story it is.

I have eight tattoos so far. I love every one of them. Some of them, like my deathly hallows symbol for Harry Potter, people see as dumb. Or people think I will one day regret getting so many tattoos in such a short period of time. But that is not the case with me.

Many of my tattoos come with great memories. The first one I got was for my dad. It was on my eighteenth birthday, and my boyfriend at the time was there to hold my hand. I had a great birthday, and I got a great tattoo that will help me never forget that day. I got two with two of my closest friends my freshman year of college. And I got two on a whim with other really good friends when someone came to visit.

Even if now I question whether I should have gotten these tattoos or not, I will never regret them because of the memories that come with. The guy that held my hand on my eighteenth birthday is no longer in my life. I do not even talk to my old two closest friends from last year that I got tattoos with.

Some of my tattoos are just starts to much bigger plans, since I am considering getting sleeves. Not all of them look the best. Maybe one day, I will wish I had gotten them in different places, either so they could be seen or could not be seen by other people. Even if I do wish they were in different spots, I love them all.

No one else has to like my tattoos, I do not care. They are not on anyone else’s body for the rest of their life. It is on my body. And people may think my tattoos are dumb or I was young and stupid when I got them, but oh well. Even if someone does not like them, they make me happy. And that is all that matters.