“I was always drawing. Always.” When Margo was a toddler, she lived in an apartment lined with butcher paper. Instead of coloring books, she was given colored pencils and crayons and told to scribble freely on the walls. Around the age of 10, she became fascinated with tattoos, until her dad told her that she’d end up a “lowlife and criminal.” Far from a lowlife, Margo has constantly battled sexism, ignorance, and frightened neighbors. The culture of the tattoo industry have created customers that would sneer, “I’m never gonna let a woman touch my skin,” but after perusing her portfolio, one begged for her work. She’s found a niche at her shop, Tattoo Inc., where she learns and teaches new things every day. Honing her skills from black and grey designs to “color bombing” over the last 10 years, she’s strict about of the quality of work that leaves the shop door. “Our name is on everything, so I’ll use my own discretion if someone comes in here with a bad idea or bad design.”