Some People Need Lessons In Consent
I am at a wedding with my boyfriend and I’m wearing a dress since it’s in the summer. I have multiple tattoos, but the most prominent is on one of my legs from my hip down past my knee. My dress is modest and goes from mid- to lower thigh.
My boyfriend and I are chatting with other guests when a lady I don’t know walks up and starts chatting with us.
Lady: “Oh, my, that tattoo on your leg must have hurt. It is pretty, though. What does it mean?”
Me: “Thank you. Some of it is just because I think it looks nice. The other part is in memory of my grandmother.”
Lady: “That is very nice.”
This seems to be the end of the conversation, and I turn back to my boyfriend. All of sudden, this lady LIFTS MY DRESS up to my stomach to see the rest of the tattoo. Being in a public place with many people around, this is highly inappropriate — not to mention thinking it is okay to expose a stranger you’ve never met before and touch them without permission.
I am livid. I slap the lady’s hand away and start yelling.
Me: “Who in the heck do you think you are, touching me and exposing me to all these people?! Never touch me again, and stay away from me.”
Lady: “I don’t know what the big deal is. Don’t get tattoos if you don’t want people looking at them.”
Boyfriend: “There is a difference between looking and grabbing my girlfriend’s clothes off of her!”
My boyfriend then guided me away from the situation because I was still fuming. This is why I rarely wear clothes in public that reveal my tattoos; some people have zero respect for personal space. Don’t get me wrong. I will always talk with people and explain my tattoos if they ask respectfully. This lady crossed a line and still gives me shudders to this day.