A woman who tattooed her boyfriend’s name on her forehead is defending her face art, suggesting that anyone who refuses to do the same, isn’t really in love.
Ana Stanskovsky, who penned a permanent love letter to Kevin on her face, insists it’s an expression of love, but online users are saying “it’s stupid” and that her “next boyfriend will hate it.”
Polish-born Ana Stanskovsky surprised her 588,000 TikTok followers by sharing a post of her newly transformed face.
In a viral TikTok clip, Stanskovsky is seen sitting in a chair, having some work done to her forehead.
The “my new face tattoo” video, which has 18.3 million views since it was first shared November 6, shows Stanskovsky getting her boyfriend’s name, penned in large black cursive letters, across her forehead.
The clip zooms in on the artist permanently inking over the stencil that reads “Kevin,” and Stanskovsky wincing in pain.
When the art is complete, she stands up to view her extreme expressions of love in the mirror.
“Done? Okay let’s see. Oh my God, I love it. Wow, Kevin’s gonna love it,” she says.
She finished the clip by asking her followers “Do you think he will like it?”
Responding to her question, one netizen jokes, “He’ll love it! Your next boyfriend will hate it though.” Another user writes, “I don’t know who Kevin is, but wherever you are…. Run!”
As the video hits the eyes of the puzzled social community, people are warning her of future regrets.
“Great decision here. I don’t see how you could ever regret this,” one fan shares.
Replying to the overwhelming suggestions of regret, Stanskovsky fired back with another clip saying she will never regret the Kevin tattoo.
Stanskvosky replies, “I know many of you said I’m gonna regret that and what if we break up and all of this stuff, all of this horrible stuff and I just wanna say this is how I’m expressing my feelings so if I love someone, I’m doing this.” She continues, “I’m loving it, I’m definitely never gonna regret that. How can I regret this? It’s beautiful.”
“A handwritten note is a precious way to express your feelings,” quips one cyber citizen. Fans still aren’t convinced, and many think her outrageous announcement of love must be a joke. “Wait. Wasn’t it a joke?” writes one while another says, “I was waiting for them to say it’s just a prank but they never did.” The influencer then tells viewers that every time she looks in the mirror she is “in love.”
“I’m in love with the tattoo and I’m in love with my boyfriend,” she said. “I think if you really love someone, you’ve just got to show it you know, you’ve just got to prove it…So I think if your girlfriend doesn’t want to tattoo your name on her face, you just need to find yourself a new girlfriend because I don’t think she loves you.”
Shocked by her comment, users jumped in saying she needs to reconsider her shows of love.
“‘if [your] girlfriend doesn’t want your name on the forehead she doesn’t love you,’” One netizen writes, quoting her. Then offering this advice to Kevin, the user continues, “dump her ASAP.”
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Given the uncertainty of relationships, one netizen asks, “and if he breaks up with you what then?”
Stanskovsky answers: “What if we break up? I’ll just have to find myself a different Kevin.”
But one person has a better idea: “It would be better if you wrote on it that I am stupid.”
At the moment there’s been no response from Kevin.
What do you think of this woman getting her boyfriend’s name tattooed across her forehead?
There are far better ways of expressing your love, and if you insist on a grand gesture, maybe a smaller tattoo in a place it’s not so visible?
My Husband Left Me For My High School Friend After I Miscarried — Three Years Later, I Saw Them At A Gas Station And Couldn’t Stop Grinning
Betrayal always seemed like something that happened in dramatic stories or whispered gossip, not something that would touch my own life. But I learned the hard way that sometimes, the people you trust the most can be the ones who hurt you the deepest.
For five years, Michael and I built what I thought was a strong, loving marriage. We had a simple but beautiful life— the kind of quiet, everyday love that felt secure. And through it all, my best friend, Anna, was always there—my rock, my confidante, the sister I never had.
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So as I found out I was pregnant, I believed it was the next chapter of our happiness.
However something in Michael shifted. Initially, it was small things—staying late at work more often, distracted replies, a lack of warmth in his eyes. Then, it became undeniable. He barely looked at me. Conversations turned into awkward silences. At night, he rolled over without a word, as if the space between us was intentional.
I felt like I was losing him, but I didn’t understand the reason. I was exhausted, emotional, and desperate to fix whatever was wrong.
So I turned to Anna.
“I don’t know what’s happening. It’s like he’s already gone.”
“Hel, you’re overthinking,” she reassured me gently. “He loves you. It’s just stress.”
I wanted to believe her.
But no matter how much I tried to push the doubts away, the loneliness, the tension, and the sinking feeling in my stomach never faded.
Then, the worst happened.
That morning, I woke up with a strange pain in my stomach. By the time evening came, I was lying in a hospital bed, staring at the ceiling while a doctor spoke in a soft, careful tone.
There was no heartbeat.
No baby.
Grief crushed me, swallowing me whole. I was lost in my pain, barely able to function.
But Michael was already gone.
He sat beside me in the hospital, silent and cold. He never held my hand, never comforted me. He barely even looked at me. It was as if the miscarriage had given him permission to detach completely.
And a month later, he did.
“I’m not happy anymore, Helena.”
No explanation. No apologies. Just an emotionless confession, like he was checking something off a list.
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“I’m not happy anymore, Helena.”
I stared at him across the kitchen table, my chest tightening. “What?” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice.
Michael exhaled, rubbing his temples like I was the one being unreasonable. “I just… I don’t feel the same. It’s been this way for a while.”
A lump formed in my throat. “Since the baby?”
His expression didn’t change. “It’s not about that.”
It wasn’t about the baby? That was a lie.
But instead of arguing, I just sat there, waiting for any sign of regret. There was none.
“So, that’s it? Five years, and you’re just… done?” My hands clenched under the table.
Michael sighed, impatient. “I don’t want to fight, Helena.”
I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Oh, you don’t want to fight? That’s funny because I don’t remember getting a say in any of this.”
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He grabbed his keys. “I’ll be staying somewhere else for a while.”
And just like that, he was gone.
Anna disappeared, too. She stopped answering my calls. She blocked me on every platform. She vanished overnight.
It wasn’t until weeks later that I learned the truth.
My mother called me one evening, hesitant. “Helena, sweetheart… I need you to check something.”
She sent me a link to Anna’s Instagram.
And there they were.
Michael and Anna, arms wrapped around each other, laughing on a beach like they hadn’t destroyed someone to get there.
The pictures had been posted for weeks. While I was still legally married to him. While I was still grieving.
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It broke me. But it also fueled me.
Michael had left, believing he could walk away without consequences. But he had underestimated me. He had left behind a trail of proof—messages, bank statements, undeniable evidence of his affair.
By the time the divorce was finalized, I had the house, half of our savings, and the satisfaction of knowing he had to start from scratch.
It wasn’t easy to rebuild my life. But I did.
And a year later, I met Daniel.
He was kind. Gentle. When I told him everything, he didn’t flinch. He just held me close and whispered, “You deserved so much better.”
We built something real. And when our daughter was born, I finally understood what true happiness felt like.
Then, three years after my world had fallen apart, I walked into a gas station and saw Michael and Anna again.
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They looked nothing like the glowing couple in those Instagram posts.
Their car was barely holding together, rusted and beaten down. Anna looked exhausted, rocking a screaming baby while Michael stood at the register, swiping his card.
Declined.
“Just try it again,” he snapped at the cashier.
“Sir, I’ve tried it three times.”
Anna stormed up to him, seething. “Are you serious? We don’t even have gas money?”
“I told you things are tight,” Michael muttered. “Maybe if you stopped spending so damn much—”
“Oh, I’m the problem?” she hissed. “Maybe if you kept a damn job instead of flirting with cashiers—”
Michael clenched his jaw. “That’s not what I was doing,”
Anna laughed bitterly. “Sure. Just like you ‘weren’t’ ch-eat-ing on Helena, right?”
I walked past them, my heart light. Karma had finally caught up.
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Horns blared as their stalled car blocked the pump. A couple of frustrated drivers got out, shaking their heads.
“Need a push, man?” one man asked, his tone impatient.
Michael clenched his jaw, his frustration clear. “Yeah. Whatever.”
With an exasperated sigh, the men pushed the old car aside, leaving Anna standing there, her face flushed with frustration as she juggled the crying baby.
Michael, now looking even more worn out, kicked the side of the car. “This is your fault, you know.”
Anna let out a bitter chuckle, shaking her head. “My fault?”
She turned to him, her voice dripping with resentment. “You want to know the truth, Michael?”
Michael crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. “Oh, this should be good.”
Anna let out another humorless laugh, her voice laced with exhaustion. “I think Helena got the better end of the deal.”
I watched for just a moment longer, letting the scene burn into my memory.
Then, with a smile tugging at my lips, I got into my car, started the engine, and drove away—towards my real happiness.
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