Location: Lower back, right side
The story: In an act of rebellion, I got this tattoo on my 18th birthday. It's my name in Armenian letters, written in my own handwriting. I was really happy with it and am relieved that my teenage self thought to get it in a place that is easily concealed.
I kept it a secret from my parents for months until one day I was bending to pick something up in a pair of low-rise jeans, and my mom spotted it. She grabbed a towel, then me, and started rubbing it, hoping it'd come off. One of my forms of punishment was having to tell my grandmother that I had gotten permanently inked. Lucky for me, she thought my appreciation for my Armenian heritage was impressive and gave me her seal of approval!
— Kate Schweitzer, fashion editor
