— Soleil Ho: Two years ago, I pulled a melamine bowl out of my mom’s cabinet, handed it to her tattoo artist friend, and said, “I’d like this, please.” He looked perplexed. A bowl, he asked? I pointed to the red band on the outside, lined with geometric swirls and pretty, abstract shapes, and nodded. After 6 hours in the hot seat, I had it — the tattoo I’d been dreaming of for years, and the confirmation of my middle class, jungle Asian upbringing…

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