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.”
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?
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Stepbrothers Destroyed My Family Heirlooms – Am I Justified in My Revenge?
Hey everyone! Buckle up, because I’m about to spill the tea on a family drama that’s more tangled than a soap opera plot. I’m Willow, and what started as a regular day turned into a whirlwind of shattered heirlooms, stepmother drama, and a lawsuit that has left my family divided. Let’s dive in!
So, a bit of background: my mom passed away when I was just ten. It was a tough time, and things got even more complicated when my dad remarried less than a year later.
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His new wife, Susan, jumped straight into having more kids, and in three years, she had three children. She also has two older kids from a previous relationship, who are now eight and seven years old. So, our house is pretty much a circus all the time.
I’m the only grandchild on my mother’s side and the only granddaughter on either side. My grandparents, especially on my mom’s side, love gifting me jewelry. When my mom died, I inherited her entire collection.
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This jewelry isn’t just some random trinkets – it’s real, expensive stuff. I know it sounds a bit materialistic, but the whole collection is easily worth about $100,000. Each piece has a story, a memory, and they mean the world to me.
Now, onto the real issue. Recently, I came home after hanging out with a friend. As soon as I walked in, I noticed something strange – the oldest three kids had a pile of my jewelry on the floor of their playroom.
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They were literally jumping on it, smashing it with their feet like it was some kind of game. I lost it. “What the hell are you doing?!” I screamed. The kids just looked at me, confused and a bit scared.
I ran to get Susan. She came rushing in, and the first thing she did was check if the kids were hurt.
“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourselves?” she asked, completely ignoring the mess on the floor.
“They destroyed my jewelry, Susan! Do you even care?” I was practically in tears, holding up the broken pieces.
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Susan sighed. “They’re just kids, Willow. They didn’t know any better.”
“These aren’t just toys! They smashed heirloom pieces! Do you even understand how valuable these are?” I could feel my face turning red with anger and frustration.
Susan shrugged, clearly not understanding or caring about the significance of what had been lost. She then told the kids to stay in their rooms and instructed me to take my jewelry away from the floor.
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Instead of saying anything to her kids, Susan turned to me and called me out for keeping my jewelry in my room in a box from where the kids could easily take it.
“You should’ve kept your jewelry somewhere safer, Willow. They’re just children. How could you expect them to know any better?” she scolded, her voice dripping with condescension.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Are you serious right now? They were in my room! How is this my fault?”
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Susan shook her head and sighed. “Well, maybe if you didn’t flaunt your expensive stuff around, this wouldn’t have happened.”
She’s impossible, right? She could have apologized for what her kids did or taught them a thing or two about not snooping around or taking someone else’s stuff without their permission, but no. She chose to parent me instead.
I was at my breaking point. I was so fed up with Susan and her kids that I decided to take action.
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Keeping my cool, I got Susan to repeat everything she said earlier so I could record it. This time around, she was louder and angrier. Lucky for me, the brunt of her anger was directed toward me, despite it being her precious boys’ fault.
“Honestly, Willow, you need to be more responsible. This is your fault for leaving your jewelry where they could get it!” she shouted, her face turning red.
I held up my phone, pretending to adjust my grip but making sure to catch every word. “So, you’re saying it’s my fault that they destroyed my things?”
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“Yes, exactly! You need to learn how to share this house with everyone!” she snapped.
That was all the evidence I needed. I emailed the recording to my grandparents, aunts, and uncles, detailing what happened. I also attached pictures of the damage. My grandparents were furious.
They couldn’t believe the audacity of Susan and her kids. Now, they’re suing my stepmother for $50,000. And half of my family now hates her.
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When my dad found out, he was furious. He stormed into my room, his face red with anger. “Willow, what were you thinking? Why would you involve the whole family in this? You should have come to me first!”
I looked up from my phone, trying to keep calm. “Dad, I did come to you. You didn’t do anything. Susan blamed me for their mess!”
He shook his head, clearly frustrated. “You should have let me work it out. This is a family matter, and now you’ve blown it out of proportion.”
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I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Dad, they destroyed Mom’s jewelry. Heirlooms! And Susan didn’t care at all. She blamed me! How could I just let that go?”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know it’s hard, but involving your grandparents and suing Susan is too much. We could have handled this internally.”
I felt a lump forming in my throat. “Handled it internally? Like how? By doing nothing? By letting Susan get away with it?”
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“I would have talked to her. We could have found a solution,” he insisted.
“Talk to her?” I scoffed. “You mean like how she talked to me? Blaming me for everything? Dad, for once, I needed you to be on my side.”
His face softened a bit, but he still looked torn. “Willow, I love you. But you need to understand that Susan is my wife. The boys are my responsibility too. I have to keep the peace.”
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I nodded slowly, feeling the weight of his words. “I get it, Dad. But keeping the peace shouldn’t mean sacrificing what’s right. I couldn’t just stand by and let them ruin everything Mom left me.”
He looked at me, a mix of sadness and frustration in his eyes. “I just wish you’d given me a chance to fix it.”
I shook my head, tears welling up. “I did, Dad. But you were too busy protecting them to see how much this hurt me.”
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He didn’t have a response to that, and after a moment of silence, he left my room.
So now I’m left wondering, readers, was my father right? Should I have overlooked what Susan did and tried to resolve the matter at home without involving my grandparents? What would you have done in my place?
It’s just so painful to see my dad choose them over me, and I don’t know if I handled this the right way. I’m torn between feeling justified and feeling like I’ve made things worse.
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What do you think? Am I in the wrong here, or was I right to stand up for myself and my mom’s legacy?
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He didn’t have a response to that, and after a moment of silence, he left my room.
So now I’m left wondering, readers, was my father right? Should I have overlooked what Susan did and tried to resolve the matter at home without involving my grandparents? What would you have done in my place?
It’s just so painful to see my dad choose them over me, and I don’t know if I handled this the right way. I’m torn between feeling justified and feeling like I’ve made things worse.
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What do you think? Am I in the wrong here, or was I right to stand up for myself and my mom’s legacy?
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So, I’m 25, navigating this weird phase of life where my stepmom, Natalie, is a central figure. She’s only 37, and yeah, she married my dad just two years after we lost my mom. It’s been rough, not going to lie.
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My mom was everything to me, and seeing Dad with someone else, especially so soon and so much younger? Tough to stomach.
But life’s all about the surprises it throws at you, right? Natalie does make Dad happy, which is something, I guess. So I’ve been trying to thaw the frosty air between us, aiming for at least a “normal” relationship.
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Mother’s Day was on the horizon, and I figured, why not make an effort? I booked a table at a nice restaurant for her and Dad and bought this pretty necklace.
It had her initials and a tiny tortoise charm hanging from it—Dad mentioned once that she’s nuts about tortoises. I was really excited to give it to her, thinking maybe, just maybe, it could be a step toward mending fences.
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So, I handed her the gift, right? She opened it, looked at it, and her face twisted as if she’d just sniffed spoiled milk. And then, no kidding, she tossed it back into the gift bag.
A tortoise necklace with the initial “N” | Source: Flickr
Why did Avril’s stepmom treat her heartfelt gift that way?
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