I gave myself permission to get a tattoo
For a long time, I thought that getting a tattoo was just not for me, but not too long ago, I was able to heal another part in my brain: It's actually not that I never wanted to get a tattoo, I was just trained to think they're not for me. So it was a big and empowering moment for me when I finally got one. When I told my pimi mother in advance that I'm getting one, she quickly changed the subject because she wasn't happy, but knew that she won't have a say in it.
Now, after the fact, I told her, sent her photos, and her reply was "Oh you even got it with the red color, it's actually the worst kind, the most toxic" "Ok mom, where did you read this?" "Nowhere, I just know. Did it hurt?" - "Yes, a little. But it's pretty, isn't it, mom???" "Yes, but I worry about my children's bodies being altered". I was hoping for her to ask why I got it, what the meaning of it is, or to use this to get to know me better, but I guess that won't happen. She just can't help herself.