I do not like tattoos. I prefer embracing my natural self. However, that does not mean I have any prejudice against tattoos. I simply believe that living with the appearance given to us by our parents is the most beautiful way to exist.
When I was younger, tattoos seemed cool, and I was curious about getting one. But after having children, my perspective completely changed. My children were perfect from head to toe, with not a single part of them that wasn’t lovable. Watching them made me realize just how precious and beautiful we are in our natural state.
Someone who truly loves me will accept me no matter how I change, but I have come to understand that I do not need to change at all to be loved.
That is why, if my children ever wanted tattoos, I would probably try to dissuade them. They are already beautiful—why alter what is already perfect? The same applies to cosmetic surgery. Being genuinely loved by someone is a blessing. And through that love, we ultimately learn to love ourselves more.
However, if I were ever to get a tattoo, it would be a temporary henna tattoo, one that fades over time. If I had to choose, I would place it on the inside of my left wrist—not to mark my past pain, but to remind myself that I am learning to embrace who I am.
Flowers are beautiful just by being seen. Every single one of them. And yet, you are even more beautiful than a flower.
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