Ok--so this is a rant over judging people. I'm not perfect and I've done it too. But it really hit home to me when I was the one subject to the judging.
I have had a wonderful day off work. I spent time at the gym, read a good book, lunch alone (with my book) at Panera..then a spray tan (my theory is tan fat is better than white fat...and we will be out in Nashville this weekend).
While I was there, I over heard a lady tell the hair dresser that she hoped her daughter didn't turn out like one of "those girls with tattoos". I stopped in my tracks for a second. You see, after everything that has happened, my whole "give a damn" button is broken. I retraced my steps and looked the woman in the face. I told her that I have a Master's degree, a whole bunch of fancy letters behind my name. I am a wife and a sister and a daughter. I have a good job and a good life. I have had two children who are no longer on earth, and yet I get up out of my bed every day. I try to not judge people. I think marriage should be for people in love, no matter your sex, religion, or race. I have one tattoo that represents being free from an abusive marriage, and my second tattoo represents my baby that is in an urn in a blue velvet box nestled in my closet. While I'm not a perfect person by any means, I hoped her daughter was more tolerant than she was.
Now some of you make think that that was inappropriate for me to say, or it wasn't a "classy" thing to say. If living in RI taught me anything, it's that it's ok to say what is on your mind. I'm not a bad person. I'm not a thug, nor am I "one of those goth girls" (which by the way..more power to ya)...I mean come on..how can I be goth in a tie dyed Lulus beach tshirt??? So I see my response as that I am a strong person. I will stand up for myself and will not let someone degrade me because of what I look like or that I have "ink". My tattoos have meaning for me. I look at my star and remember my papaw telling me to do anything that I want to do. I look at it and it represents moving to Rhode Island after my first marriage fell apart because my husband was an emotionally and physically abusive douche bag. It represents that I am stronger than that and I refused to live in that life for year after year because that's what someone thought I should do. My love tattoo represents the love that I will always have for my son Kiernan. Every time I look at it, I think of him. It's beautiful and it's an expression of my love and rememberance of him. It's something I look at and can smile about. How dare you take either one of these moments away from me because you think I'm a drugged out loser with tattoos.
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