"The Girl Covered In All The Ugly Stuff"

"She's the one covered in all of the... ugly stuff."

Yes.
That's me.

That is how my GRANDMOTHER was describing me last night to all of her friends and family at her and my grandfather's anniversary party.

Not, "the one with the purple and blonde hair", or "the one in the black and white dress", or "the one with the bright red lipstick".
No. Even after spending over an hour on my makeup and picking out and ironing a dress to look my best for family pictures, my brother and I are just labelled "the ugly grandchildren".
Just because we have tattoos

Feel the fucking love.