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Why More Women Over 60 Are Getting Tattoos Than Ever Before

By Amanda Moss July 20, 2025 Beauty

Not long ago, tattoos were often seen as the mark of rebellion. They were a statement reserved for the young, the wild, and the defiant. But walk into a tattoo studio today, and you may be surprised to find something quietly radical happening: women in their 60s, 70s, and beyond sitting confidently in the chair, ready to mark their skin with stories, symbols, and strength.

More women over 60 are getting tattoos than ever before, and we’re not doing it for anyone else. We’re doing it for us.

For most of my life, I watched others get tattoos while telling myself it wasn’t for me and also being told that “nice” women didn’t have tattoos. I was too busy raising children, maintaining appearances, surviving relationships, and fitting into roles I never truly felt at home in. Tattoos? Those were for other people – younger people, bolder people. Or so I thought.

Then I turned 50, and something shifted.

Maybe it was the quiet realization that life is far too short to leave parts of yourself unexplored. Maybe it was the shedding of expectations that had weighed me down for decades. Or maybe, like many women, I simply decided it was finally time to do what I wanted unapologetically.

The Tiger That Started It All

The first tattoo came after one of the hardest decisions I ever made: leaving my marriage. It wasn’t easy. It took years of doubt, fear, and finally, courage. When I finally walked away, I wanted something to mark the moment. Not just a new chapter, a complete rebirth.

I always wanted a tiger for my arm, bold, fierce, and untamed. The tiger is everything I felt I had rediscovered in myself: independence, raw strength, and the refusal to be caged again. That ink wasn’t about the past. It was about my future and who I was becoming. Watch me roar into my new life.

People asked, “Why now?” My answer was simple: “Because I finally can and because I want to.”

A Rose That Bleeds

Not every tattoo is about empowerment. Some are about grief, betrayal, and learning painful lessons.

The bleeding rose on my back came after the loss of a close friend, not to death, but to deception. I trusted her deeply, only to be stabbed in the back when I least expected it. The rose bleeds because that betrayal left a permanent mark on me, just like the ink. 

But it’s not just about pain. It’s a promise to myself: never again. I won’t ignore the warning signs. I won’t dim my light to keep others comfortable. The bleeding rose reminds me that pain can be beautiful when it becomes a lesson and I wear that lesson with pride.

Wonder Woman, from My Daughter

Not all tattoos come from heartbreak. Some are born from love, the kind that grounds you, heals you, and makes you feel seen. My colourful Wonder Woman tattoo sits proudly on my thigh. The design came from my daughter, out of the blue. She sent it to me and said, “Mum, this is you.” Ten minutes after getting her text and the picture, I walked into a tattoo studio and got it done. 

To have your child reflect back to you the strength you weren’t sure anyone noticed, that’s the kind of love that changes everything. It’s not just a symbol of a comic book heroine. It’s a tribute to the woman I became, and the woman my daughter already believed I was.

A Scorpio with a Sting

And then there’s my big one. A Scorpio woman on my hip with a giant scorpion tail coming out of her lower body. I have always been spiritual and this is sultry, subtle, and undeniably powerful. That tattoo is for no one but me.

It’s a nod to my star sign, yes, but also to the parts of me that people often overlook. I may be warm, loyal, and open-hearted but there’s a sting in my tail. If you cross me, you’ll feel it.

That Scorpio is my reminder that strength doesn’t have to be loud. It can sit quietly under the surface, ready to rise when needed. And I won’t hesitate to lash out at those who deserve it. 

Each of these tattoos tells a story of freedom, loss, strength, and rebirth. And I’m not alone.

A Growing Trend with Deep Roots

So why are more women over 60 getting tattoos today? It’s more than a trend, it’s a movement. We’re part of a generation of women who were raised to play by the rules. Many of us were taught to be quiet, agreeable, and self-sacrificing. We raised families, supported partners, built lives, often while putting ourselves last. But now? We’re rewriting the script.

There’s something beautifully liberating about this phase of life. The expectations fall away. The people-pleasing ends. You begin to see your body not as something to hide or perfect, but as a canvas. One worthy of art, of meaning, of your story and a body to be celebrated.

Getting a tattoo after 60 isn’t about chasing youth. It’s about honoring who you are, where you’ve been, and who you’re still becoming. For some women, the tattoo is a tribute to lost loved ones. For others, it’s a celebration of survival after cancer, divorce, abuse, or depression. And for many, it’s simply joy. A sunflower for happiness. A wave for calm. A bird for freedom.

Tattoos no longer belong to one generation or one stereotype. We’re proof of that.

It’s Not Too Late – It’s Right on Time

I sometimes hear women say, “I wish I could, but I’m too old now.” I smile and tell them the truth: There’s no such thing as too old. If anything, we’re the perfect age and you are right on time.

We’ve lived. We’ve loved. We’ve lost. We’ve learned. Our skin carries decades of stories and adding a tattoo is just one more chapter. One we get to write ourselves.

Each time I catch a glimpse of the tiger, or feel the rose beneath my shirt, or smile at Wonder Woman on my thigh, I remember: I am still becoming. Still growing. Still powerful. And I get so many compliments too. It feels kind of badass.

If you’re thinking about getting a tattoo, do it for you. Let it tell your truth. Let it mark your journey. And let it remind you and the world that you are not invisible. You are art. Living, breathing, evolving art. And you are just getting started.

Let’s Have a Conversation:

What’s the first tattoo you got? How old were you when you got it? Have you done any tattoos after 50? What are they a tribute to?

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shelly

Right before a notable high school reunion, my BFF from high school and I got tattoos. Hers was an angel because Angel was her grandmother’s nickname. I got a tiny ‘m3’ on my right hip. I had just come through losing 2 siblings and my mom. So it represents Matt, Mark and Mom. Since then, I lost my sister, another ‘m’, and opted to pull the plug on my deteriorating marriage, so that could be a (minus) -e for Ed. However, I may regret giving ‘e’ a space on my healed and thriving body. haha! That tattoo was about 10 years ago. My friend went on to get another one and she was the one who freaked out during the first one.
Nobody ever sees my ‘m3’, but I really wouldn’t care at this stage of the game. I love it that you wrote about this.

Diane

I am now 66, got my first tat shortly after turning 40 just for fun. It is a tiny rosebud because I didn’t know how much it would hurt or if I’d like it! Well, turns out I liked tats just fine, and now have many. Most are meaningful (family tat after loss of my daughter in 2007; flamingo tat after loss of a dear friend) but some are whimsical (Harry Potter and floral shoulder piece). I’m loving the ink life!

Cynthianne

I think tattoos (or anything harmless that makes you happy) are great for others. But not for me. My preference to honor my own skin “as is” has nothing to do with social stigma, or the like. I appreciate freedom of expression in any way it takes form. But I prefer the beauty of natural skin without tattoos. I have survived multiple bouts of skin cancer, and now take better care of my skin, and I try to preserve and celebrate its natural state.

Patsye

He came home from his first year in college for Thanksgiving, and the first thing he did was put on his swimsuit and jumped into the pool. He noticed I was staring at his body and he wanted to know what the heck I was looking at. I told him I was looking for tattoos. He laughed. He said, and I quote: “Oh Mom. I’m well past my self-mutilation stage.” I thought he was kidding, but apparently he wasn’t.

Seven years later I got that 2 a.m. phone call from the hospital telling me my son had died in his sleep from a seizure; a diagnosis of epilepsy was relatively recent. He was getting optimal care and was told he could live a long life with this if he maintained his medication. But because the seizure was in his sleep, his respiratory failure was not noticed until it was too late for him to be harvested. His decision to donate his organs was made in high school on his very first drivers license.

You can imagine my heartbreak that not only was my only child dead, but his heart would not save another’s life. But I did find solace in the autopsy report that indicated a line drawing of his body. On this drawing were rectangles on almost every part of his body where skin was removed. His beautiful, flawless skin would be used to help burn victims, or internally for other surgical procedures. I questioned my own doctor why they took so much, as my career was in ICU Nursing and I knew this to be unusual. He informed me that good, healthy skin is hard to come by now. Not just from trauma, drugs, sun exposure, but also, and very much so, from tattooed skin which can not be used.

Please think about this with your children and grandchildren. I know no one would ever want my wrinkles, but aside from the fact that all inks wind up in your bloodstream, there are still many of us that have different reasons for not liking tattoos.

Cynthia Heintz

I’m so sorry for your loss!

Jeanne

I have 2 , one on each wrist. It was a bucket list item! I tried the temporary tattoo first and then went for the permanent. I plan to get 2 more, one on each ankle. Caution! It can become addictive!! 😂

The Author

I am a 53-year-old entrepreneur, author, journalist and mum of six. I am a keen traveller who's written a book, You're Going To Die So Do It Anyway. "This isn’t chicken-soup-for-the-soul. It’s scotch on the rocks for the scorched soul of the woman who’s done playing nice”. Writing has been my passion since I was 12 years old.

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