*I feel like I should start out with a disclaimer: I am not tattooed—at least not yet!

Growing up in an Asian household meant a curfew at 9 pm, eating before going out, no boys in my room, and no tattoos. I still have vivid memories of my mom tutting about an "otherwise handsome young man" who had "ruined" his body with a full sleeve. I don't blame her, though. In Vietnam having a tattoo usually meant you were involved in gang activities or other unscrupulous occupations. To my parents, tattoos were an unnatural addition to the natural canvas that was the body that we were given and until recently, I don't think they realized that not all tattoos are the same make and style. They were acquainted with the heavier Americana Ed Hardy-esque ink, or the colorful and thick-lined Buddhist tats that were popular in Vietnam, but remained blissfully unaware to a trend that has taken over the millennial generation by storm: minimalistic/dainty/line work ink.