It stared back at me when he finished — a stamp of my devotion, and a symbol of love I wasn't sure I believed in.
I had three treatments with the newly FDA-approved picosecond laser. Here's how it went.
I have six tattoos and I hate four of them. I can spot a bad tattoo artist from a mile.
Have I ever clawed at my chest while looking in the mirror and muttering to myself, "What have I done"? Maybe a time or two.