Older generations used to warn that people shouldn’t get tattoos because they’re permanent and someone may one day regret getting them. However, these days tattoo removal is an option. Although painful, it works after a few sessions but can leave behind some scarring. Either way, 35-year-old Leandro De Souza has decided to undergo laser treatments to remove almost 2 decades worth of ink.
Leandro De Souza is a native of Brazil and a proud father. However, his divorce almost a decade ago proved to be almost more than he could handle. As a result, De Souza went down a path of partying. During this time he accumulated more than 170 tattoos but his first ink was at just 13 years old. “I did the first one when I was 13,” De Souza explained. “The first ones were very much about the idolatry of the time.” However, he’s recently set out on a religious path of Evangelicalism. As a result, he’s decided to undergo the laser tattoo removal process.
Facing Heartbreak
Leandro’s first tattoos were inspired by his favorite bands, such as Nirvana, Guns N’ Roses, and Metallica. However, the majority of his tattoos were from a decade-long binge following his divorce. During that time, Leandro admittedly experimented with drugs like LSD, alcohol, and ecstasy.
Finding Motivation for Tattoo Removal
“I couldn’t stand the life I was living anymore. I was an attraction at (events I attended) and it felt like a circus animal.” He said regarding his decision for tattoo removal. De Souza was visiting a shelter almost a decade after his difficult divorce. This visit would change the course of his life. “The first step in everything in life is to accept that you can’t do it alone, that you are an addict, that you are a drug addict,” de Souza said. “And I managed to do that, I entered the municipal shelter in Bagé. Within a week, there was a lady who referred me and started to evangelize me.“
Turning a New Leaf
It’s been 2 years since De Souza changed his life and opted for tattoo removal. However, it’s a long process that will be more so for De Souza’s 170 tattoos. Moreover, he now spends his time speaking with “parents and children in homes that are in prisons.”
Leandro began the tattoo removal process with the help of a tattoo studio in Franco da Rocha, São Paulo, which heard about the exciting changes Leandro was making to turn his life around. He’s now been clean from alcohol for 3 years, and free of tobacco and other substances for a year. De Souza still has 6 more tattoo removal sessions before his ink is gone and his transformation, so far, is astonishing and awe-inspiring.
Tattoo Removal is a Modern Possibility
For many, getting a tattoo is inspired by the desire to express one’s creativity, treating their body like a canvas. However, others may regret their ink choices as they mature or their interests and relationship status change. Fortunately, tattoo removal is possible with advancing technology but there are a few side effects like tenderness, skin irritability, and even scarring.
Tattoo Removal Methods
Interestingly, tattoo removal comes with options. De Souza’s treatment, laser tattoo removal, uses lasers to “heat the ink particles,” breaking them down and making it “easier for your immune system to remove,” according to Cleveland Clinic. Laser tattoo removal sessions are scheduled about 3 months apart and can last anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour depending on the size of the ink. This method does come with side effects that range from mild skin irritation to painful blisters, but each person responds differently to treatment.
Skin Removal for Tattoo Removal
Another option for tattoo removal is surgical excision. The medical procedure requires a surgeon, who will “cut out the skin that contains a tattoo.” Then they will “stitch your remaining skin together.” The procedure probably sounds intimidating but it’s only used for small tattoos, as cutting an entire back tattoo and then stitching it up would be unpleasant, dangerous, and seemingly impossible.
Meanwhile, dermabrasion and chemical peels are used to remove the outer layers of skin. Unfortunately, both can cause severe skin sensitivity, especially in sunlight. Therefore, understanding the risks and how to treat the skin properly as it heals is essential to your skin’s health and physical comfort.
Not Recommended by Professionals
Lastly, and possibly least popular and effective, are tattoo removal creams. They can be used at home and often take months or years to yield results. Furthermore, they contain acids that “irritate or damage your skin.” As such, they’re usually advised against by medical professionals.
Can Anyone Get Tattoo Removal
In short, yes. However, some things are worth noting when considering tattoo removal. Firstly, tattoo removal takes time and similar or repetitive steps to be effective, regardless of your chosen tattoo removal method. The reason for this is that a tattoo artist applies ink in layers of the skin, so layers have to be broken down which can’t happen in one sitting, otherwise you’ll suffer severe and irreversible skin damage. Ultimately, that would put your overall health and immunity at risk. Additionally, your skin needs time between sessions to “flush out the ink” so, it’s recommended to wait a few weeks or months between most tattoo removal options listed above.
Secondly, certain ink colors are easier to remove than others. For example, blue and black are easy to remove during laser tattoo removal because “they’re better at absorbing light.” Meanwhile, colors like red are difficult to remove because their “molecular composition” is more resistant to the treatment options.
An Alternative
Consider having them turned into something else, rather than removed. For instance, if you’re considering tattoo removal and the reason has nothing to do with necessity, for work, or because, like De Souza, you’re on a new path. Instead, you don’t like how it looks anymore, have separated from the person who inspired the tattoo, or have other interests. In this case, you might consider another visit to the tattoo shop to have them create something else by covering the existing tattoo. For many, this option may be more satisfying and less time-consuming.
My Sister Broke My Son’s Guitar Because Her Son Couldn’t Play It – I Made Sure She Learned Her Lesson
When my sister Laura shattered my son Ethan’s prized guitar — the one he’d spent two years saving for — I knew I couldn’t let it slide. It wasn’t just a guitar she broke; it was his dream. What followed was a lesson in respect and consequences she’ll never forget.
Have you ever watched someone’s dream get ripped apart in seconds? I did, and let me tell you, it’s a gut-punch you don’t forget. My son Ethan’s 14th birthday was supposed to be perfect. Instead, it turned into a nightmare, all thanks to my sister Laura.
A sad teenage boy on his birthday | Source: Midjourney
“Mom,” Ethan had whispered to me years ago, his eyes fixed on that gleaming guitar in the music store window. “One day, I’m gonna play just like that man on TV. I promise.”
Ethan, my sweet boy, had been dreaming of a guitar since he was little. But guitars don’t come cheap, and as a single mom, I couldn’t just buy him one. So, when he was 11, I told him, “You really want that guitar? You’ll have to work for it, bud.”
“How long will it take?” he’d asked, his voice trembling with determination.
“However long it takes, honey. But I know you can do it.”
And he did. For two years, he did odd jobs for neighbors. He mowed lawns, watered their plants, shoveled snow, skipped out on candy and toys, and saved every penny of birthday money he got. He worked harder than some grown men I know.
A boy watering plants | Source: Freepik
By his 13th birthday, he was still $200 short, so I pitched in the rest, and we walked into that music store together. You should’ve seen his face when he held that guitar for the first time — it was pure joy.
“Mom,” he’d whispered, cradling it like it was made of glass. “It’s even better than I dreamed.”
Over the next year, he taught himself to play. Every night, his fingers were raw, but he didn’t care. He’d watch YouTube videos, rewind them a hundred times if he had to, just to get it right. By the time he was 14, he wasn’t just good; he was incredible.
“Does it hurt?” I’d ask, watching him massage his fingertips after practice.
“Yeah,” he’d smile, “but it’s a good kind of hurt. Like I’m earning something.”
A boy playing a guitar | Source: Pexels
At school, he became “the kid with the guitar.” People started noticing him, and his confidence shot through the roof. That guitar wasn’t just an instrument — it was his pride, passion, and the most precious thing he’d poured his heart into.
Then there was Jimmy, my sister Laura’s son, who attended the same school as Ethan.
Jimmy’s the same age as Ethan, but they couldn’t be more different. Jimmy saw Ethan getting all this attention, and suddenly, he wanted a guitar too.
A furious boy | Source: Midjourney
The thing is, Jimmy wasn’t willing to put in the work. Laura bought him a guitar, but it mostly sat in the corner of his room gathering dust.
The trouble started at Ethan’s 14th birthday party. He’d been practicing this one song for weeks — a little surprise performance for everyone.
“I’m nervous, Mom,” he confessed just before the party. “What if I mess up?”
“Baby, you’ve worked so hard for this moment. Just play from your heart, like you always do.”
A cheerful woman | Source: Midjourney
He stood there in front of our family and friends, his guitar in hand, and poured his heart into every note. It was flawless, and I have to admit, it brought tears to my eyes.
When he finished, the room erupted in applause. He was beaming, and I couldn’t have been prouder. But then Laura, with her big mouth, chimed in.
“That was amazing, Ethan! Jimmy, why don’t you show everyone what you’ve been working on? Ethan, be a sweetheart and hand your guitar to Jimmy, would you?”
A woman frowning | Source: Midjourney
Ethan froze. His knuckles whitened around the neck of his guitar. He looked at me, silently pleading. But I’ve always taught him to be generous and kind, so I gave him a small nod. With hesitation written all over his face, he handed his prized possession to Jimmy.
Jimmy strummed it awkwardly, and it was clear within seconds that he couldn’t play a single chord. The other kids started snickering, and poor Jimmy turned beet red. I felt bad for him, but Laura made things ten times worse.
“Let me see that,” she said, snatching the guitar from Jimmy’s hands. Then, with one careless, frustrated motion, she tossed it toward the couch and hissed, “It’s just a cheap guitar anyway!”
She MISSED.
The guitar SMASHED AGAINST THE WALL INSTEAD with a sickening CRACK and fell to the floor in splinters.
A shattered guitar | Source: Pexels
“No, no, no!” Ethan’s voice cracked as he rushed toward his broken dream. “Please, no…”
The room went dead silent. Ethan’s face crumpled, and his hands flew to his mouth like he was trying to stop himself from crying. But it was no use. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he stared at the broken pieces of what he’d worked so hard for.
Laura had the nerve to say, “Oh, I didn’t mean for that to happen. I was aiming for the couch.”
A woman smirking | Source: Midjourney
“You DESTROYED it,” Ethan retorted. “Two years of work… gone. Just like that.”
“Come on, Ethan! It’s just a stupid guitar. Your mom can always get you another one!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Before I could even process what had just happened, Laura grabbed Jimmy and left the party, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my son’s shattered dreams.
An angry boy | Source: Midjourney
That night, as I held Ethan while he cried, I made him a promise: “I’ll fix this. I don’t know how yet, but I’ll fix it.”
“It won’t be the same,” he sobbed into my shoulder. “That guitar… it was special. It was mine. I earned it.”
“I know, baby,” I whispered, fighting back my tears. “I know.”
The next morning, I woke up still furious. I texted Laura, trying to stay calm.
“You need to replace Ethan’s guitar,” I wrote.
Her reply made my blood boil. “It was an accident, Alice. And honestly, Ethan shouldn’t have embarrassed Jimmy like that. If he hadn’t shown off, none of this would’ve happened.”
A furious woman | Source: Midjourney
“Shown off?” I typed back, my hands shaking. “He worked for TWO YEARS to earn that guitar. TWO YEARS of his childhood, Laura. And you destroyed it in seconds because your son felt embarrassed?”
Excuse me?! My son SHOWING OFF? I could hardly believe the words on my screen.
I started typing a scathing response but stopped myself. I wasn’t going to argue with her. It was of no use. Instead, I decided to hit her where it hurt most: her precious reputation.
You see, Laura lives for appearances. She’s one of those women who needs to be the “perfect mom” and the “favorite aunt.” So, I shared about what happened and her so-called “carefree” attitude right in our family group chat.
Close-up shot of a woman using a phone | Source: Unsplash
I uploaded a picture of Ethan holding the broken guitar, his face red and puffy from crying. Underneath, I wrote:
“My son Ethan spent two years working his butt off to save for this guitar. Last night, his own aunt destroyed it. He’s heartbroken.”
Relatives started chiming in immediately, asking what happened. Laura tried to brush it off. “It was an accident! I was aiming for the couch!”
But then someone shared a video from the party. The clip showed Laura snatching the guitar and hurling it. You could hear the CRACK as it hit the wall. Her face twisted in frustration, and it was clear as day that it wasn’t some innocent mistake.
The group chat exploded. People were furious. “How could you do that?” “You owe Ethan a new guitar!”
But Laura’s excuses weren’t cutting it.
A shocked woman holding her phone | Source: Midjourney
“I can’t believe you’d humiliate your own nephew like this,” our cousin Sherine wrote. “A child’s dream isn’t a toy to be thrown away when it makes your son uncomfortable.”
And yet, Laura still tried to defend herself. “It was an accident!” she insisted. “I wasn’t trying to break it. People are blowing this way out of proportion.”
But I wasn’t done.
A few weeks later, Ethan had a performance at a local charity event. He’d been practicing with a borrowed guitar, and I’d never seen him so nervous.
“I don’t know if I can do this, Mom,” he confessed backstage, his hands trembling. “What if I mess up? What if they laugh at me like they laughed at Jimmy?”
I took his face in my hands. “Listen to me, Ethan. You are stronger than anyone I know. You didn’t just learn to play guitar — you earned every single note. Now go out there and show them what real passion looks like.”
When he stepped on that stage, something shifted. The moment he started playing, all that fear melted away.
A delighted boy playing a guitar on the stage | Source: Midjourney
He was incredible. The audience gave him a standing ovation. But what made it even better? Laura was in the crowd, and I could see her squirming in her seat as people whispered around her. “Isn’t that her nephew? Didn’t she break his guitar?”
“That poor boy,” I heard someone whisper. “Can you imagine working so hard for something only to have your own aunt destroy it?”
By then, I’d already launched a fundraiser to replace Ethan’s guitar. I’d shared his story — how he’d worked so hard and how his dream had been shattered. Donations poured in. And within days, we had enough money for a custom-built guitar.
A guitar on display | Source: Pexels
When the guitar was ready, I invited the family over for a small dinner. Ethan stood in the living room, holding his new instrument, and played a song he’d written himself. When he finished, everyone cheered.
Everyone except Laura, who sat in the corner, staring at her plate.
“This song,” Ethan announced, his voice steady and clear, “is called ‘Rising from the Broken Pieces.’ Because sometimes when things break, they come back stronger.”
A frustrated woman seated at a dining table | Source: Midjourney
As the night wound down, I leaned in close to her. “You know,” I said, my voice low, “it would’ve been a lot cheaper if you’d just paid for the guitar in the first place.”
She didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to.
“And Laura?” I added, making sure only she could hear me. “Next time you want to teach someone a lesson about showing off, remember this moment. Remember how it feels to be the one everyone’s whispering about.”
Ethan’s dream was back, stronger than ever. And Laura? She learned that some things like respect and hard work can’t be broken as easily as a guitar.
That night, as I passed Ethan’s room, I heard him playing softly. The melody was different now — more confident, more resilient. Just like him.
A cheerful boy playing a guitar in his room | Source: Midjourney
“Mom?” he called out as I was about to walk away.
“Yes, honey?”
“Thank you for teaching me that some things are worth fighting for.”
I smiled, feeling tears prick in my eyes. “No, baby. Thank you for teaching me what real strength looks like.”
An emotional woman smiling | Source: Midjourney
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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