Heavily Tattooed Dad Called A ‘Monster’ By Many But Here’s How He Looked Before All The Tattoos

Note: we are republishing this story which originally made the news in July 2023.

In a world where self-expression is celebrated, it’s essential to remember that individuality comes in many forms, including body art. Meet Richard Huff, a 51-year-old dad who proudly dubs himself an “ink addict.” With over 240 tattoos adorning his body,

Richard has become a canvas of self-expression and personal history. However, this unique passion has not been without its challenges, as he faces criticism and online trolls who label him a bad parent and a “monster” due to his tattooed appearance.

Richard and his wife Marita have seven children together and emphasize that their family is just like any other, except for Richard’s extensive ink coverage. While tattoos have become a way for him to tell his life’s story, it also raises eyebrows and triggers negative reactions from strangers.

This ink journey began when Richard was 17, and he described it as an addiction. He started with his legs and gradually worked his way up, covering approximately 85% of his body. His tattoos hold special significance, including the names of his children and his daughter’s lips. Richard’s goal is to become 100% covered in tattoos within the next four years, a feat he finds fascinating due to the pain and the artwork that tattoos represent.

However, the ink-covered dad has faced challenges due to his appearance. Children at his kids’ school would sometimes get scared of him. Richard’s daughter stood up for him, defending her dad by saying, “They say, ‘ah, it’s a bit scary,’ and I say ‘no, my dad is not scary, he is good with tattoos.'”

Even Marita, Richard’s wife, initially had reservations about his appearance, but she realized that his exterior did not define his character. “I did judge Richard based on his appearance at first, but as I got to know him better, he is actually a big-hearted person,” she confessed.

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