A five year old at the gas station said he liked my “bat woman” tattoo excitedly. His father condescendingly asked how many I had. I told him I had 11. He scoffed and asked how waiting tables all my life sounded and I said, “it’s alright on the weekends, but throughout the week I’m your son’s teacher.” He walked out without another word.
i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u, beautiful.
A few days ago someone told another cashier at the Walmart I work at that I shouldn’t be allowed to be employed because I’m corrupting the children with how I look.. This is what I looked like that day:
I wish I saw who she was so I could greet her on my day off.. I’ll corrupt her fuckin’ children alright. That’s a promise.