He covered his body with tattoos and became unrecognizable: what did the most tattooed guy look like before?

This man was once an ordinary guy, but at 16 he got his first tattoo – and never stopped since. 😱😱 Now his entire body is covered with tattoos, and some parts have been covered and redrawn three or even four times 😨 He believes the tattoos made him attractive and likable – but is that really true?

You’ll be shocked at how handsome he was before ruining his appearance 😢 His photo before all the tattoos was shown in the first comment 👇👇

Before his face, eyelids, gums, and even ears were covered in tattoos, Lucky Diamond Rich was just an ordinary New Zealander named Gregory Paul McLaren.

He grew up in a quiet coastal area, passionate about music, street performances, and circus acts. Friends just called him Greg.

He was handsome, with bright eyes and a dreamy smile – the kind of guy who dreamed of the stage, not for fame, but for freedom.

A circus poster hung on his bedroom wall – with aerial acrobats and jugglers. Little Greg didn’t want to be a superstar. He wanted to be free like them: live on the move, perform, make people laugh and amaze.

When he turned 16, he left home and joined a circus troupe. That’s when his first tattoo appeared.

A small juggling club on his thigh – a secret sign of his new life. “I got it where my mom wouldn’t see it,” he recalls with a smile.

He was still the same smiling guy, only now in clown makeup, juggling fireballs on the streets of Bangkok, Melbourne, or Berlin.

Every city, every trip brought new friends, new artists… and a new tattoo.

At first, the designs were rare and barely noticeable. He tattooed inspiring phrases, circus images, totem animals.

But over time, tattoos became more than just decoration – they became part of his essence.

Now his body is so covered that, according to experts, “his skin is tattooed 200%” – literally. Some areas have been covered and redrawn three or four times.

Lucky Diamond Rich, as he later called himself, says he regrets nothing. His skin is a map of his life, every layer a story.

But when he posted a “before” photo, millions of followers saw a very different person: a handsome, bright guy with a clear gaze.

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