When I posted the other day about finding beauty in tattooed brides, I phrased it as the “juxtaposition of opposites”. Candy called me on that saying that was a negative connotation, which made me think (in a good way!). I guess what I meant is, lately I’m more aware of myself finding beauty in things that a lot of society does not appreciate. Heavily tattooed brides (or just tattooed women) often get labeled as trashy or rough, but those brides were simply gorgeous — not in spite of their tattoos, but because of their tattoos. Because they were confident & not trying to hide those parts of themselves. I admire that.
Body modifications don’t change one’s character. When my mother found out about my septum piercing, she said “I didn’t think you were that kind of person” which … stung. I told her I was the same person, I was still her daughter, & that the piercing was over a year old (I keep it flipped up most of the time). We haven’t talked about it since, & that was a couple years ago. A lot of people without modifications judge those with to be so different from themselves; like the modded are all heathen criminals & the two groups couldn’t possibly have anything in common.
So when I came across a lot of photos of heavily tattooed parents & families, I thought I’d share them here. This is family.