I frowned at the elderly man, trying to subside my anger. I was not appreciating the comments he was handing out. "Your tattoos are not lady-like ma'am, you should have gone for something more subtle." I had to agree with him. My tattoo's weren't subtle, I had full sleeves. They were meant to cover up all those scars I gave myself and make my arms beautiful again, but I guess most people didn't agree with my decision. I clenched my teeth and balled my fists up behind my back. "Yes sir, but you see, I think my arms are beautiful just the way they are." He shrugged and continued staring at the pigeons in the middle of the square, the busy city rumbling behind us. I couldn't stand this man already, and I'd only known him for three minutes! I jumped off the bench before walking down the sidewalk, abandoned pennys and chewed bubblegum sticking to the cement. I hated the expectations everyone else had, would the scars really had been better than the gorgeous rose on my bicep, or the colorful...