Recently, I've been noticing a lot women with tattoos. Not just cute little tattoos of roses or butterflies but large, intricate and colorful murals. Murals that cover shoulders and chests and then spiral down arms. Images of dragons or roses or wizards crawling up legs.
I don't object to tattoos; to each her own. It's just that I don't understand the compulsion. I personally have no desire to have someone poke me repeatedly with ink laden pins but I would never try to prevent anyone else from going under the needle. The thing that eludes me is how someone is able to choose a design and have it imprinted on her body so that it will last forever. I can't imagine wearing the same shirt every day for the rest of my life and, similarly, I can't imagine having the same image on me day after day after day. Plus, once you've had a mystical garden in shades of purple, green and red printed down your arm, it's got to be hard to find outfits that match.
I guess it's safe to say you'll never see me permanently decorated with images on my body.