I come from a deeply religious background and have an elder brother and younger sister. They have always been conformist while I am the rebel.
I guess some things have to wait until you’re old enough and living in your own place.
After graduating from college, I had some savings and decided to have a tattoo on my ankle. I did not discuss it with my folks or siblings because I already knew their sentiments on this. “It would not be ladylike.”
I went ahead and got one on my ankle, always careful to conceal it when I went home to visit. Unfortunately, one day, I went to the doctor, sprained my foot on the way there, and my folks were there seeing me in limping in pain. I knew I was caught and tried to resist removing the sock because my dad wanted to look at it. He knew I was hiding something.
I was taken by surprise when my dad burst out in laughter, then he rolled up his sleeve and showed me one of mum on his upper arm.