Before I went to Brickell Cosmetic Center & Spa, my skin was a mess. I had been a smoker for a few years (try decade) and I was starting to show the wear of working too late. My skin care treatment was going to be Smooth Skin. It is also referred to as a non-surgical facelift treatment. Needles do not make me squirm or anything, I have overly sensitive skin that reacts to everything. Despite my bad habit, I am very careful about what I use on my skin.
I waited in anticipation for my appointment. Was it going to hurt? Will it work? When the skincare specialist brought me into the room, I admit I was nervous. My hands shook as I removed my jewelry. Lying down looking up at the ceiling, I wondered what I had gotten myself into to. The skincare specialist assuaged my fears and answered all my questions in full detail. To begin the procedure, she put a special pad under my arm to absorb most of the machine’s current. Whirling into life the machine sounded like I was at the dentist. I cringed on the inside not wanting my discomfort to show. My skin was cleaned and then it was show time. My skin care specialist put a cold gel on my face that felt good coming in from the heat. Once the instrument was on my skin, all I really felt was warmth. As an unexpected bonus, my sinuses completely cleared out.
The best way to describe the sensation is going over a gravelly road and your face tingling. It does not hurt, but it takes some getting used to. Cheeks are the easiest as they are meatier. My chin was a bit sensitive, but nothing too bad. After it was all over with, my skin felt clean, smooth and rejuvenated. You have the option of leaving the gel on or having it wiped off, but I chose to leave it on. The non-surgical facelift procedure kickstarts the collagen process. As we age, our skin does not produce as much collagen. This when the parties and late nights refuse to disappear after a nap and a cordatito. The next morning I woke up and my skin felt different. It looked smoother and was softer than it had been in a while. I wanted to touch my skin to make sure it was real. Nevertheless, this being Miami, I wanted to see if anyone else noticed before I posted a picture on Facebook.
I wanted to see if anyone else noticed, so I took my new face out for a celebratory drink. Instead of a “yes Ma’am, what can I get you?” I was called Miss. In fact, a very cute twenty-four year old mistook me for being twenty-nine, I went with it. After all, my skin does not lie.