Omgod I think I’m gonna faint. My sister got a really crappy harley quinn and joker tattoo really big on her arm. Sometimes I forget she is not a little girl anymore. I don’t know what I feel more, scared or… idk.
I mean, she is still young in my eyes… the last time I have seen any of them was in 2009- they were toddlers and preteens and now… and now… they are old enough to make decisions like this. Decisions to have sex. Decisions to put permanent things on their bodies. And I am going to have to be okay with this because… it’s what I would want if I was in their position. But it’s so hard. It’s so hard.
We are strangers now. I don’t feel they see me as a sister anymore. Not just because of the distance but for all the ideas my mother has implanted in their gullible heads.
I just hope they will be okay.