My decision is sealed two weeks later, when I notice that my face is glowing and tighter, as if a real-life Instagram filter has been applied—not the dramatic Amaro, necessarily, but perhaps Rise.
My decision is sealed two weeks later, when I notice that my face is glowing and tighter, as if a real-life Instagram filter has been applied—not the dramatic Amaro, necessarily, but perhaps Rise. I am flooded with emotions, the strongest being elation. It is the most seductively primal feeling to see your own vibrancy restored, and with it the markers of youthful health: fresh pink cheeks, blooming skin. It’s dangerous, delusional, and yet I want more, more, more. I’m already calculating how I can possibly afford the upkeep a year from now.