People pegging you as a certain type has always been a sensitive subject for me, as this is something I am often the victim of. I'm constantly reminding others that people change and evolve on a daily basis. You can't ever assume you completely know someone, because as humans we are (hopefully) learning and growing everyday.
Judging or pegging became an issue once more this week. For my 24th birthday I finally went and got the tattoo I have been talking about for forever. It's a butterfly on the top of my right foot. I love it (though it is in the process of oozing as I type this)! I knew that tattoos continue to be a controversial item for some, but thought that for the most part that they were more widely accepted as art nowadays, if not everywhere, then at least here in Austin where people tend to be more relaxed. Apparently my assumption was not completely true. I've heard over the past week many times, "Why did you do that? You're not that kind of girl." Excuse me? What kind of girl am I exactly? And how is it that you know who I am when I'm still trying to figure that out? For crying out loud, I'm still Rachel, I just have art on my foot now. My values and morals didn't change, nor did my behavior. It's frustrating to say the least. The only two people I was concerned about were my mom and dad, and they actually surprised me by being oddly cool about it. Surprises will never cease.
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