Here is my tattoo, as promised, in all its glory:
This is the best I could do, people, in the one minute I had to take a shot of it this morning.
Did I get it close enough so you could see the hair on my legs? If not I could certainly zoom in a bit. No? Okay.
And don't blame the tattoo artist for the blah shape and ugly colors of my tattoo. That was all MY genius. Did I mention I had a few glasses of wine before doing this??
My tattoo is an analogy of my life: It might not be perfect. But I love it just the way it is. Wouldn't change a thing.