Or other permanent body things.
I had a piercing that turned into a scar. Got a stud put in at a music festival, and that’s how I learned I’m allergic to low-purity silver alloys. After taking the anchor-y part off the back, I had to fish the stud out of my swollen earlobe with needle-nose pliers.
I did the thing and got a tattoo of something special between me and my spouse.
Now ex-spouse.
Am currently getting laser tattoo removal to lighten it enough for a cover up.
I got 5 dermal anchors back when I was 18. They have been nothing but problems. I’m down to 3, 2 having been ripped out this past year… I’ll let the other three reject whenever they decide to do so (I’ve been preventing rejection for almost 20 years and I’m tired of it). I’d have to pay to get them removed, which I’m not doing.
Don’t get dermal anchors.
I had to look up what dermal anchor is. Why would anyone want to do this?
They looked cute at the time 🤷🏻 and I didn’t know they would be that bad… I knew they were temporary, though…
I don’t regret it, but some people say I should. A full-width back tattoo of the US Confederacy leadership. The last place I lived in the US was Georgia, very close to Stone Mountain. I spent nearly every weekebd there: running, hiking, fishing, or just enjoying the sun with a book. So, when I decided to leave the US, I wanted to take my best memory with me and got the Stone Mountain carving on my back.
🤮
No, actually. I got tattoos way back when it was a shocking thing for a woman to do, am really so shocked myself that they became popular. Thought I might not like them when I was in my 30s/40s but knew I’d like them when I was old. But as it turns out, I liked having them straight through and still do.
Scars I do like too.
One band logo tattoo. I got it when I was childishly upset at someone I soon after broke up with. One day I’ll get it covered up. It’s a good in for people to talk to me at least it seems haha
Stretch marks…
You either got fat real quick or skinny real quick; either way we fuckin’.
- Katt Williams
I have a scar in my left armpit. I have several patches of skin all over my body which looks and behaves funky. I have brown straight hair but where my funky skin is I have blond spare curly hair which doesn’t grow long. I got it lasered on my neck and face as a teenager because I was told it needs to go because insurance didn’t want to continue paying for an acid creme to make it brighter (the skin is also darker and uneven). + random assholes asking me if I didn’t wash my neck. Under my arm the skin got often inflamed from sweating and looked like a rough naked mole. They tried to laser it and I got bad scarring and they decided to cut it away. Roughly 10 cm. The scar is ugly as hell. I can’t feel shit and it is uneven and hard to shave around. Lifting my arm for sport like jumping jacks hurt. Lucky me I hate sport anyway.
Be careful about offering up identifiable information that you can’t change on a random lemmy post, especially if you’re in the U.S.
I got an ugly scar on my pinky from a bullying incident at school when I was 12. It’s not like this was their intention, but it got out of hand and a door slammed hard on my finger.
I had to get rushed to the hospital, got stitches and a massive bandage for half a year.
The bullies never apologized and it got brushed off as an accident.It’s a reminder of bad times during my teenage years and I still get sad when I look at it.
I have 2 ugly tattoos that I got done on the same day, by the owner of the shop nonetheless. One of them looks like a drawing made by a 6 year old. The meaning behind the tattoos are basically gone, yes, but I don’t regret that at all…. just the poor quality. Even if I got tattooed an alien sharting itself in graphic detail, I’d have zero regrets if it was done well.
I blame myself to be honest, I wasn’t ready for tattoos and had the wrong mindset about it all. But the experience taught me valuable lessons:
Don’t lower your standards. Don’t feel like your appointment seals your fate — if they aren’t getting the design right, cancel and find a better suited artist. It’s permanent and it’s your body. Also, there’s no “saving money” with a tattoo you’ll end up paying to get removed later. A professionally-done tattoo is well worth the money and travel. Find well-known artists in your community, and talk with them before you even consider letting them tattoo you. Online reviews of shops aren’t good for vetting individual artists.
I have a badly healed broken pinky. It only hurts when I grip someone hard for a long time (get your mind out of the gutter!) such as when doing sports like rock climbing or fencing.
I regret letting my helix piercing heal up. I need to get it re-done.
Sweet Sports, my dude!
For reference, I got a full back tattoo when I was 17, but the only thing I regret is having to get a few bad teeth pulled due to not taking care of them in my twenties.
Take care of your teeth kids. They don’t come back.
I’m not a violent person, but I have gone down on a road bike many times and one of the common injuries is skinned up knuckles. I have some deep scars as a result. It would be easy to assume they were the result of violence. My size and build also supports this assumption. I am entirely the opposite type of person.
My hands look awful, but any scars are literally from my crappy skin cracking horribly from 3 years of food service hand washing. Frequent handwashing is brutal if you have bad skin…
Were you a cook? I did 8 years front of house and my hand never got to that point, even with a 2nd job working in a dirty warehouse
Worse, grocery store deli / hot food counter. Frequent switching between ready to eat food and raw ingredients, and shitty gloves that constantly ripped open.
Sure, one scar. We were demolishing a bigass concrete retaining wall and I was chipping out the wrought iron handrail. Couldn’t be arsed with safety glasses and safety squints weren’t doing it, so I was just chipping it out with a 35lb electric jackhammer with my eyes closed most of the time. As I got to the last parts, it was really starting to lean out over me.
Absolute looney toons moment. About five hundred pounds of wrought iron fell over onto my head while my eyes were closed and made a two-inch tear on my scalp. It was floppy enough that it didn’t break my neck, but I had to get staples.