Yes, I have tattoos…

OK, I’m seriously pissed off right now. I came home from the home from the doctors, and two poisonous little old battle axes were looking at me and pointing, (yes, fucking pointing) at me and passing comments loud enough for the whole surgery to hear about my tattoos. They were calling me names and saying that I must obviously be scum as I had tattoos. How disgusting tattooed women were. I was so shocked I couldn’t bring myself to relply to these bigoted old hags.

Ink does not define me. My heart does that!