I went ahead and got my tattoo, and I'm really glad I did. Turns out the tattoo artist here is cool as fuck. I spent three hours, topless, getting tattooed with my best friend and a guy I had just met last night in the room. We had a blast. I have to admit, I'm feeling pretty good about myself. The tattoo artist complimented my body. And not in a bad way, just as if he was stating a fact. Spiffy. :) Here's pictures.
The before pictures. I didn't what side I'd get yet, but I'm happy 'cause I'm starting to get stomach muscles.
The tattoo. I love it! Hurts now though, I can't wear a bra today and I've got the top edge of my pants turned down.