the perfect life

i’ve had this obsession with my tattoos for a few years now. when i first got them all i loved them (12 tattoos total, most pretty big). i got them at a very young age. but i thought they were so cool, and then one day i had a doubt in my head, and then compiled a bunch of random criticisms here and there from people and it has spiraled into this idea that my life is ruined and im ugly now because of it, one of them is on my hand too so it’s hard not to see it, it’s just blaringly obvious and in my face. i feel like it’s partially regret but also partially ocd/bdd some sort of obsession. sometimes i don’t care, but other times i care so much. i don’t know what to believe and im scared to do anything about it. i have this idea in my head that if i had never gotten them i would have a “perfect” life. i know there’s no such thing as perfect but to me if this one thing that can’t be different was different it feels like nothing would ever be that bad again… i know this was abt my tattoos but does anyone ever have a problem they put all of their energy and brain power into and think that if it wasn’t for this one thing your life would be good and nothing could ever be as bad as this again ?