As she moves the device quickly over my face, it feels like hot August sunshine.
As she moves the device quickly over my face, it feels like hot August sunshine. Aside from the piquant scent of my own burning flesh, it’s rather relaxing. But I can’t stop the hectoring voice in my head that now there is no turning back. What if my appearance is drastically altered and no one will level with me? I try to reassure myself by remembering the words of one derm I consulted: that those with aggressively pumped-up lips and cheeks are actually a very small percentage of people—they just happen to be a very visible percentage. You don’t notice the person with good results, because they simply look normal.