I’m a heavily tattooed 20-year-old girl. I’ve had very mixed reactions to my art. I find that because I’m such a young girl and have as many as I do (I lost count at 50) that people either love them and find me brave or hate me and insult me by using my tattoos as ammunition.
I’ve even had an employer hang up the phone on me when they found out I had tattoos.
About a year and a half ago, in 2012, I applied for a job as a waitress. It was a half telephone interview, half seeing when you’re free. It was going fine. The employer started talking about the uniform. When he said it was short-sleeved, as soon as I said I had my arms tattooed, he just hung up.