"Many, many, many years ago when the Repo-stomach was not as... well, lumpy... "
Have you seen the Saturday Night live skit about the roll-on tattoo remover? It's a riot, shows what one of those back tattoos, the ones right above the hip hugger pants line, would look like in 20-30 years when the former slim young lady sporting the tattoo was 45 years old and 50 pounds heavier. It's online somewhere, if you haven't seen it I'll try to find it for you when I get back from picking my kids up from school.
Luckily, I learned my lesson in my late 20s (the saga of the belly button ring spans the years '96 to '98, actually.)
Still, when I had the Repo-baby two years ago, oddly enough, the small scar from the piercing reacted strangely--all of this melanin collected in it, so it looked like I had one of those weird henna/bindi tattoos there.
In fact, during my c-section, the anesthesiologist argued with me. "No!" he insisted, "that's a tattoo!"
"Uh... no... that's hormonal discoloration..."
"It looks like a sun. It's too perfect to be a random thing. If it ISNT a tattoo, I'd get it tattooed in so the design isn't lost..."
Sigh...