Tattoo addict inks 95 percent of his body, reveals what he looked like just 5 years ago

Tattoos are just one of many ways to express one’s individuality. While some people go with a little tattoo, others go all out, decorating entire body parts.

Tristan Weigelt, a 26-year-old tattoo apprentice covered in extreme body art, made headlines after showing what he looked like prior to using his body as a canvas.

The before photos were astounding.

Weigelt’s journey to covering 95 percent of his body in tattoos began when he was 20.

“It’s kind of weird looking at myself without all the tattoos,” he told the Daily Star.

“But funnily enough I still feel exactly the same as before on the inside.”

Out of all the tattoos, he said the most painful were the ones he got on his face and head, comparing it to being scraped with a metal brush.

“It was six full day sessions taking between five and six hours and the pain was probably an eight out of 10.”

While many people get a tattoo with a special meaning in mind, Weigelt said there are no hidden messages or meanings behind his body art.

After five years, Weigelt has spent $50,000 on tattoos.

For those considering a tattoo, Weigelt says, “Get what you love and what makes sense to you. I see so many people worried about a certain tattoo fitting them or it not being their style. If you like it – then get it.”

Wow. What an incredible transformation!

Would you ever consider getting tattoos on your entire body? I’m not sure I would.

I Incurred a $500 Fine When My Neighbor Falsely Accused My Son of Her Toddler’s Hallway Scribbles — I Couldn’t Let It Go

Caitlin often found herself informally supervising her neighbor Stacy’s young son, Nate, providing him some stability while his mom sought time for herself. However, when Nate decorated the hallway walls with doodles during Caitlin’s absence, she was unjustly slapped with a $500 fine. Determined to set things right, Caitlin devised a plan for retribution.

Stacy had become accustomed to letting her young son, Nate, roam the hallway as a play area.

“It’s safe, Caitlin,” she’d assure me. “Plus, it’s their version of outdoor play.”

She would then retreat behind her door, leaving Nate to his devices, often while she entertained guests.

“I just need some downtime,” she confessed to me once in the laundry room. “I’m a grown woman with needs, you know. Being a single mom, you must get it.”

I understood her need for personal space, but I could never imagine letting my own son, Jackson, wander the hallways alone. Despite our general familiarity with the neighbors, the corridors didn’t feel completely secure.

Jackson, slightly older than Nate, seemed concerned about the younger boy, who often loitered alone, clutching his tattered teddy bear.

“Mom,” Jackson would say during his playtime, “maybe we should invite him over.”

Grateful for my son’s compassion, I agreed. It was better to keep both children within sight, ensuring their safety.

Thus, we began having Nate over for snacks, toys, and movies—a simple arrangement that brought him noticeable joy.

“He mentioned he likes playing with others,” Jackson noted one day. “I don’t think his mom spends much time with him.”

And interestingly, Stacy hardly acknowledged this setup. Once she realized Nate was safe with us, she seemed to extend her leisure time even more.

Eventually, it became routine for Nate to knock on our door whenever his mother let him out.

“Hello,” he’d say, teddy in hand. “I’m here to play.”

However, one day, we were away at my parents’ house for my mom’s birthday.

“I hope Nate will be okay,” Jackson expressed concern as we drove.

“Oh, honey,” I responded. “His mom is there. She’s responsible for his safety too.”

Upon our return, we were greeted by hallway walls covered in childish drawings—a colorful chaos of stick figures and squiggles.

“Nate must have had fun,” I remarked, searching for my keys.

“Isn’t he going to be in trouble?” Jackson asked, eyeing the artwork

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