One needs only to stroll along any New York beach in the warmer weather to admire the body art so seductively displayed. Chinese letters on the back of one's neck (How are you sure it says what you wanted it to, and just...why there?)Tramp-stamps provocatively peeking out from just-a-bit-too-tight jeans.
Now fast forward to when that person is succumbibg to the forces of gravity and overindulgence. These images will be a sickly blue smear on pasty white cellulite loaded flesh or hidden under folds of fast food fed flabby skin.
Ugh.

So you are not getting a Hello Kitty Tattoo?