It’s not that I want my body to be completely covered, no– I still appreciate the appearance of natural skin. There’s just something beautiful to me about being able to adorn oneself this way.
Let’s be honest, though: There are some pretty shitty tattoos out there. We’ve all seen them. When I’m talking about tattoo culture, I’m not referring to people with flash up and down their arms, or barbed wire-style “tribal” tattoos or any of that bullshit. Maybe those people find their tattoos meaningful, I’m not here to judge that. But to me, they’re just people with tattoos. They’re not tattooed people.
Tattooed people are those who spend their time considering their body as a large canvass. They see their arms, their legs, their backs like pages of a scrap book. They memorialize important people and events. They honor their lives’ challenges and blessings. They admire the beauty of shapes and color set against the folds of their bodies. They embark on a rite of passage.