Many people like to get body modifications such as tattoos to express their individuality.
However, some people are completely against these kinds of things. Kerstin Tristan was one of the latter till 2015, when one incident changed her mind for good…
Keep reading to find out more about her journey.

56-year-old Kerstin Tristan is a mother and grandmother. But her hobbies vary a little outside of what might be considered the ‘norm’ for a grandmother. She likes body modification art, mostly tattoos.
She has her entire body covered in tattoos at this point, and to dedicate herself to this level, she had to spend a lot of money. But she did not always love tattoos so much. In fact, she revealed that till 2015, she actually hated tattoos. What changed her mind about them? It was in the same year that she got her first one, which completely shifted her view on the practice.
“I simply just wanted to try something new. We all live just once, and I thought that at my age, something real has to come,” she shared.

Since 2015, she has managed to spend 30,000 euros (approx. US $32,000) on modifying her body with tattoos alone. But thankfully, she has gotten a lot of attention and love because of her actions.
Her Instagram account has over 190,000 followers, and her TikTok videos have millions of views.
She is not shy to show off her looks! She posts pictures of herself showing off her entire body on Instagram. But she did not always look like this, just a decade ago, she was tattoo-free and looked completely different. She sometimes posts comparison photos for people to see the drastic change.

The German-based influencer has images of vibrant roses on her legs, a leopard print tattoo on her shoulders, and several detailed portraits on her arms. These tattoos happen to be among dozens of others on her entire body.
She loves how she looks now, saying, ‘”When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a beautiful meadow full of flowers that one has to love.”
And she is not the only one who loves her look, one fan wrote, “A beautiful work of art.” While, another person wrote, “Wow stunning photo.”
If you liked this piece, you might like the story of Melanie Griffith’s tattoo for Antonio Banderas and the shocking appearance it has today, almost a decade after their divorce.
Expressing yourself is not something that should end with age. If anything, Kerstin is a wonderful example of how age should not define how you choose to express yourself to the world. What do you think of her tattoos? Let us know in the comments.
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The husband who frequently disparaged his wife’s culinary skills was profoundly shaken by a covert message tucked into his sandwich
Throughout our relationship, my husband habitually treated me with disrespect, but a recent incident pushed me to my limit. Fueled by frustration, I crafted a memorable lesson that ultimately led to the dissolution of our marriage.
On what appeared to be an ordinary weekend filled with routine chores and work commitments, my husband’s playful yet often harsh humor escalated inappropriateness. Over our two-year marriage, his constant belittlement had become a painful norm. He criticized everything from my housekeeping to my appearance, frequently berating my culinary efforts.
His comments on my cooking were particularly cutting. “You really can’t do anything right, can you? You can’t even cook properly,” he would half-joke, his words laced with seriousness. Recently, these comments had become intolerably hurtful.
Last weekend, while preparing dinner in hopes of easing his criticisms, I decided to make pasta. It was not just any pasta, but a rich, meaty sauce with vegetables that required hours of simmering. My husband, preoccupied with a work deadline, paid little attention as I meticulously cooked.
When dinner was ready, I called him to the table, hoping for a brief respite from our ongoing disputes over my cooking. However, his response was immediate and scornful. “What kind of garbage did you cook up tonight?” he sneered, not even bothering to look at the meal before insulting it.
His words were the final straw. Overwhelmed by the constant degradation and the stress of my nursing job, I snapped. The pot of sauce, a symbol of my efforts, crashed to the floor, splattering the rug with my frustration. I declared sharply, “Well, now there’s nothing for dinner, and I better not hear that word from you again!”
Rather than empathizing with my distress, he fixated on the ruined rug. “Jenna, that’s an expensive rug! It was just a joke!” he exclaimed, attempting to downplay the situation. His trivializing of my feelings only deepened my resolve.
Perhaps it was the accumulation of insults or just the strain of a rough day, but I left without a word, seeking solace with takeout food and a friend’s company. My friend found humor in the situation, but Jimmy, my husband, was irate, bombarding me with messages trying to explain that his derogatory comment was part of a viral TikTok trend.
His excuses did little to mend the emotional damage his words had caused. The disrespect, masked as humor, was more than I could bear. Despite his continued pleas, I had reached my breaking point.
Resolved to enact my revenge, I devised a plan. That night, after returning home to find Jimmy asleep, I accessed his phone, gathering his pin codes and passwords.
The next morning, I greeted him with feigned kindness, which he met with sarcasm. Despite his coldness, I prepared him a special breakfast, which, to my surprise, he enjoyed. As he prepared for work, I packed him a sandwich with a hidden note inside: “Real garbage, see you never.”
With my belongings packed, I awaited the unfolding of my plan. Shortly after he discovered the note at work, Jimmy’s desperate messages began, but I was unmoved. The note’s other side bore a grim warning about his career, hinting at a devastating revelation.
My final act of revenge involved sending an email from his account to his company, exposing his fraudulent activities. His subsequent apologies were met with silence from me.
The journey through this ordeal was arduous but necessary. I divorced Jimmy, freeing myself from the cycle of disrespect. My parting gift was more than a mere note; it was a reflection of the consequences of his actions.
As I embarked on a new chapter, free from the shadow of devaluation, I recognized the true measure of self-worth. The dignity I preserved by leaving a situation that failed to honor my value marked the beginning of a promising future, one rich with respect, love, and self-appreciation.
This story serves as a prelude to another complex tale from the “AITA” subreddit, involving a woman, her husband, and his insensitive friend, Austin. Their story dives into the nuances of relationship dynamics, empathy, and the emotional toll of infertility, highlighting the importance of support and understanding within a partnership.
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