Was it your place or your mothers?
I was living in my mother's house at the time. But it really does not matter. I was over 18. I moved out when I was 20.
Just because it's her house don't mean jack. I love my mother to death, don't get me wrong. If it went to court, the court would side with me, not my mother. Makes no difference who's house it is, I was over 18 and an adult.
It was my body. I am not a property, I am not a slave. I am my own being. Nobody owned me, it was my choice, my decision. I had a full time job, I was paying my own bills and going to HS. I was in HS until I turned 20. After HS, I moved out. Nobody was supporting me. Not even my mother. I paid her a couple hundred a month to help pay some bills around the house. That was out of respect.
There were other things I respect my mother on when it comes to things that went on in her house. For those, I do honor them. But whether I want a tattoo, or piercing or anything else done to me. It's my body. She has no say.
It was funny when she became mad. Because my uncle, her brother, has a Navy Tattoo on his arm. And he's the eldest of all her siblings.
Now this happened some 18 so years ago, when Tattoos were starting to become popular. Now in 2013, it seems to be the normal and more parents are more acceptance about it. Not all, but majority. But then again, it all depends on their family culture and lifestyle. I choose to be rebellious in my teens and early 20s.