A few days ago I was having a casual conversation with a friend. I mentioned something about getting another tattoo and my “friend” said, “Don’t get any more tattoos.” I couldn’t believe my ears. This is someone who I thought understood who I am. I looked at my friend and said, “This is my body and I don’t answer to you.” It bothered me so much that here I am several days later still upset by it. I am not upset by what they said but simply because they said it.
I started getting tattoos a few years back and ever since I have had many, many people give me their opinion about them. Like it’s their job to tell me what I can and cannot do with the body God gave me. Unsolicited advice about something that is none of their business. I am sure they would not like it if I went up to them and told them they are stupid for NOT getting a tattoo. Or that they are irresponsible for being overweight. Or that they are raising their children wrong. And then there is the comment…”What happens to the tattoo when you are old and wrinkled?” Then my tattoo will be old and wrinkled. Do you stop fixing your hair because one day it will fall out? Do you stop driving because one day you won’t be able to drive anymore anyway?
Do you stop living just because one day you will die anyway?
I think the reason my friend’s words got to me so much is because they are my friend. Not my best friend. Not my family. Not my husband. And certainly not my God. The only people I have to answer to are my husband and God. That’s it. God has given to me this life and this body and the choices I make are mine and He is the only one that I will ultimately have to answer to.
Don’t try to put me on a guilt trip about the choices I make because that is not your job.