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This is a space for anonymous confessions, quiet reflections, and bold truths.
Share your experience, your ink, or the moment you felt seen—or judged.
Here, every voice leaves a mark.
When I started getting tattoos, andaming matatanda yung nagsabi sakin na dinumihan ko daw balat ko, dati affected ako nung una pero I learned to just ignore it. Ginagawa ko to kasi gusto ko, parte siya ng identity ko. Body ko siya, choice ko siya.
I think it's stupid how tattoos are more socially accepted on men than on women, it reflects the outdated double standard here in the Philippines.
I got my first tattoo to cover a scar I used to hate. Now, instead of a memory I avoided, I see a blooming lotus, a quiet proof that beauty can grow from pain. It changed the way I look at myself in the mirror.
i believe that each tattoo holds different stories or memories for its holder. it can have a deep meaning or not. as an individual who fell in love with my first tattoo (being it minimal and a cute style) it also marks as a milestone for me being in control of my body.
As a woman with a tattoo pursuing a career in healthcare in the Philippines, I know I might face judgment, disrespect, or be seen as unprofessional because in our culture, women with tattoos are often unfairly labeled or looked down on. I carry this mark with pride, but I also carry the weight of bias that still exists in the system I’m trying to serve.
Dati when I got my first tattoo, sa likod ng shoulder ko siya pinalagay kasi syempre, I get to work with people face to face kasi, di mo talaga maiiwasan na meron na mag jjudge sayo kaya when I got tattooed, sa tago ko siya pinalagay.