Lindsey K. Gentry

Some Hurt More Than Others

I got my first tattoo within days of turning 18 at a shady tattoo parlor with my 17 years senior half brother's then girlfriend. It was the small logo of Fall Out Boy Pete Wentz's short lived clothing line Clandestine Industries on my lower back and it was crooked. But I was still a senior in high school and it was like hidden rebellion in a southern school that insisted girl's shorts be no more than three inches above the knee, tank top straps be three adult finger widths wide, and no "unnatural" hair colors were allowed.