The tattoo that I hated the day after having it done.
My clothing choices for the past 20-odd years have been dictated by how well they cover up this tattoo. Not so much a problem in winter, but awful in summer.
I'm now spending a fortune, and probably a year of sessions, having it painfully lasered off. And even after all that, it won't be completely invisible.
This tattoo mistake I made as a teen has also caused years of persistent nightmares, where I dream I get really silly tattoos in prominent visible places on my body, and then instantly regret it. I wake myself up in tears.
And I'm more mad with myself because I got the tattoo not because I really wanted one, but to make point of defiance, because my mums bf (who hadn't been around that long but moved in and got his feet firmly under the table within just 3 wks of dating my mum) was trying to control me... I wasn't allowed piercings, tattoos, to wear certain clothes or have a boyfriend of any ethnic background that wasnt the same as ours.
I wish I'd just ignored the twat. He and my mum had already bullied me to the point I left home at 17. But he was still trying to control me. I wish I could go back and tell my younger self that getting that tattoo won't be a middle finger up at him, it'll just be a physically ugly and emotionally painful permanent reminder of the shit of a man who isn't even around anymore.
I've made plenty of mistakes, but all I felt I learned from and made me a wiser and stronger person. But that tattoo hasn't done any of those things, it just sits there saying to me every day "you idiot!"