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 Twin Sons Stopped Talking After My MIL Spent the Weekend with Us – One Night, I Finally Heard Them Speak and Was Taken Aback
When my twins stopped talking after a visit from their grandmother, I thought it was just a phase. Therapists, doctors—nothing worked. Then, late one night, I overheard them speaking in hushed tones, their words unraveling a secret that shattered everything I thought I knew about my family.
It started with the whispers. Faint, and unclear murmurs coming from Jack and Will’s room. At first, I thought I was dreaming—after all, my twin boys hadn’t uttered a single word in months. But the moment I leaned against their door and heard Jack’s voice, clear and trembling, I froze.
Woman eavesdropping | Source: Midjourney
“I can’t stay silent anymore. This will kill Mom when she finds out.”
Kill me? Find out what? My heart pounded as I strained to hear Will’s reply.
“But you heard Grandma,” he said. “Dad is handling it. And Vivian is waiting for us.”
Vivian? Who’s Vivian? And what on earth did Grandma say?
I didn’t storm in right away—not yet. I felt my legs weaken, every part of me screaming to fling the door open, to hold my boys, to demand answers. But something about the way they spoke, the weight of their words, stopped me cold.
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To understand how we got here, you need to know this: my mother-in-law, Patricia, visited us exactly twice in ten years. The first time was right after Jack and Will were born.
The second time? Three months ago.
The boys adored her at first. They called her “Gram,” hung on her every word, and begged her to stay longer. And she did. But by the time she left, everything had changed. Patricia took them aside for one “private little chat,” and they haven’t spoken since—not to me, not to their dad, not even to each other.
Senior woman with her two twin grandsons | Source: Midjourney
Therapists, doctors, rewards, punishments—nothing worked. The boys remained silent, their once lively voices replaced by a void that felt like a constant shadow over our home.
Eventually, the specialists gave it a name: Temporary Mutism—a condition where a child might stop speaking, often triggered by shocking news or a traumatic event.
Then, last night, everything changed.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed the door open.
As I entered, my twin boys, Jack and Will, sat on their beds, their backs stiff with tension. For a second, all I could do was stare. They had spoken. After months of suffocating silence, I’d heard their voices.
It felt surreal—like I was dreaming, or maybe losing my mind. My heart raced, caught between elation and dread. Elation because the silence was finally broken. Dread because of what I’d overheard.
Twin boys in their room | Source: Midjourney
“What are you two talking about?” I demanded, my voice trembling. The joy of hearing them speak was quickly replaced by unease. Jack flinched his entire body trembling. Will wouldn’t even look at me. They looked so small, so fragile, and yet so guilty.
Jack finally broke the standoff, his voice shaky and uneven. “Mom, we didn’t mean to… it’s not our fault… please forgive us.”
My heart cracked at his words. Forgive them? For what? My mind raced, struggling to understand. “Forgive you? What are you even talking about?”
Mother talking to her sons | Source: Midjourney
Jack opened his mouth, then shut it again. He looked over at Will, who bit his lip and a moment later blurted out. “Grandma told us not to tell you… but she said we’re not really your kids.”
The world stopped. Not my kids? The words didn’t make sense. They echoed in my head, sharp and cruel, refusing to sink in.
“What?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “What are you saying?”
“She said we’re not your kids,” Jack mumbled, his head hanging low. He looked as if he wanted to disappear.
“That’s ridiculous,” I said, louder now. “Of course, you’re my kids. Why would she say something like that? That’s… it’s insane.”
Mother talking to her sons | Source: Midjourney
Jack’s wide, glassy eyes met mine. “I don’t believe it either, Mom,” he said, his voice breaking. “I mean… how could you not be our mom?”
My hands trembled as I knelt in front of them, cupping their faces. “Listen to me. Both of you. This is not true. I don’t care what Grandma said. You are my sons. Always.”
“But… what if she’s right?” Will whispered, his voice cracking.
I shook my head, swallowing back the lump in my throat. “No. We’re not entertaining that thought. I know how to put an end to this.”
Mother talking to her sons in their room | Source: Midjourney
Jack frowned, confused. “How?”
I stood up, forcing my voice to stay steady. “We’re doing a DNA test. We’re going to settle this once and for all. And when the results come back, we’ll prove her wrong. Okay?”
They nodded reluctantly, but I could still see the doubt lurking in their eyes. Whatever poison Patricia had poured into their ears, it wasn’t just a lie—it was a ticking time bomb. And I wasn’t going to let it tear my family apart.
A week later, the results came in.
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I was calm—or at least, I convinced myself I was. The sealed envelope in my hand felt heavier than it should, but I didn’t hesitate. I had no doubts. This was just a formality to dispel the poison Patricia had whispered into my sons’ ears.
But when I tore the envelope open at the kitchen table and read the words, everything stopped.
0% related. No genetic match.
I froze, staring at the results.
Shocked woman staring at DNA results | Source: Midjourney
I reread them, hoping something would change but there it was in cold, clinical letters. Jack and Will weren’t mine. My hands trembled, crushing the paper in my fists. It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t make sense. But it was there, undeniable.
By the time I reached Patricia’s house, my shock had been replaced by fury. I banged on her door so hard my knuckles ached. She answered almost immediately, her expression fading when she saw my face.
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“You,” I scoffed, shoving the papers into her hands. “You did this. You’ve been poisoning my kids against me, and now this? A DNA test says they’re not mine? Start talking, Patricia. NOW.”
For the first time in years, she looked nervous. “I… I can explain,” she stammered.
“Then explain,” I snapped, my voice breaking. “Because right now, I’m about five seconds from losing it.”
“Sit down,” she said quietly, motioning to the couch. “You need to hear the truth.”
I didn’t sit. I couldn’t. My legs felt too unstable. “Say it,” I demanded, my voice shaking.
Senior woman confronted by her daughter-in-law | Source: Midjourney
“When you gave birth… there were complications,” she began hesitantly. “You lost a lot of blood. You were unconscious for days. And… the babies didn’t make it.”
I froze. My body went numb. “What?”
“It was Daniel’s idea,” she rushed on. “There was another woman at the hospital. She gave birth to twins but didn’t want to keep them. He thought… we thought… it would be better for you. You wouldn’t survive losing them. Since I knew the surgeon, we made a deal.”
She continued, ” I convinced him to write that Vivian’s twins died while yours were okay and replaced them.”
Newborn twins in the hospital | Source: Midjourney
My breath caught, tears blurring my vision. “You lied to me. You stole them—”
“We saved you,” she cut me off, her voice firm. “You had no idea. You loved them from the start. What difference does it make?”
What difference does it make? Her words slammed into me like a blow, leaving me gasping. Everything—my boys, my life—was built on a lie.
Patricia’s words hung in the air like smoke, choking me. My vision blurred as she continued her story, each word slicing deeper into me.
Woman in deep thoughts | Source: Midjourney
“Their biological mother found out,” Patricia said. “We don’t know how. Maybe the hospital records, maybe someone talked. But she tracked us down. She wanted to meet them—Jack and Will. Daniel and I refused, of course. We thought we could keep her quiet.”
“You thought?” I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper.
Patricia shifted uncomfortably. “She threatened to tell you. She was relentless. Daniel panicked—he thought if you found out, it would destroy you. So we decided to tell the boys instead. We thought they’d understand. That they’d keep quiet until we figured it out.”
Senior woman confronted by her daughter-in-law | Source: Midjourney
“You told them?” My voice cracked, and I was suddenly on my feet, pacing the room. “You told my children—the only children I’ve ever known—that I’m not their mother? That some stranger is?”
“They had to know!” Patricia snapped. “Their biological mother wasn’t going away. She was blackmailing us.”
“And instead of telling me,” I interrupted, my fury spilling over, “you dumped that burden on two ten-year-olds and told them to stay silent?”
Patricia’s eyes hardened. “We didn’t have a choice. We did what was best for you, for them.“
Senior woman talking to her daughter in law | Source: Midjourney
I laughed bitterly, tears streaming down my face. “Best for me? You destroyed them! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
The pieces fell into place—the silence, the haunted looks, the cryptic whispers. Jack and Will had been carrying this terrible secret alone. No wonder they’d stopped talking.
At that moment, the front door swung open. Daniel walked in, his face falling as he saw the papers clenched in my hand. “You told her,” he muttered to Patricia.
“No,” I said, my voice steady now. “She didn’t tell me. The DNA test did.“
Daniel froze. For the first time in years, I saw fear in his eyes.
Nervous man standing in the hallway | Source: Midjourney
I stepped closer, my voice trembling with rage. “You both lied to me. You stole my right to grieve, to make my own choices. And now you’ve put my boys through hell. I’ll never forgive you for this.”
Turning to Patricia, I added coldly, “But you’re wrong about one thing. I am their mother. I always have been. And you—both of you—will never come near them again.”
Jack’s voice cut through the silence. “Mom?”
I turned to see him standing in the doorway, tears in his eyes. “We told Grandma we’d never say anything. But… we don’t want to meet her. You’re our mom. That’s all that matters.”
My knees buckled, but I managed to pull him into a hug. “That’s all that’s ever mattered,” I whispered.
Mother hugging her son | Source: Midjourney
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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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