By Joy
I have always wanted to look younger. Not in an immortality serum found in a Venetian crypt kind of way, just a little fresher. Less “I’ve had a life” and more “I had a nap.” But as I got older, finding things that actually worked became less of a quest and more of a full-time job.
Every cream, every potion, every late night infomercial miracle in a jar. I tried them all. They might help slightly, but because I’m impetuous and vain (yes, both), I wanted something that worked fast.
Botox? That one’s a keeper.
Done well, it just softens things without making you look surprised to be alive. But filler? Not for me. I already have a full face and don’t want to look like a couch cushion with regrets. When it’s subtle, it’s magic. But on me, I feared it would scream “midlife puffball.”
The real issue, though, was my neck.
And those lines around my mouth. One day, I swear, my neck just collapsed like a flan on a plate. I couldn’t stop seeing it in every reflection, store windows, phone selfies, cutlery.
Enter microneedling.
I was skeptical, naturally. The name alone sounds medieval. But I had a consultation, asked a million questions, and decided to give it a try. Apparently, because I’m vintage (sounds better than old), I’d need two or three sessions to really see a difference.
The day of, they slathered numbing cream on my face (30 minutes, thank you very much), and I braced myself. I’m a bit of a baby about pain. But truth be told, it didn’t hurt. It was more “mildly irritating stranger poking you” than a “torture chamber.”
There was no downtime, just some redness that cleared up in a few hours. My skin felt dry the next day, so I moisturized like it was my job. For the next two weeks, it was dry in that post sunburn way, but no one else noticed. What I noticed, though, was a glow. A real, visible glow.
And those lines around my mouth? Softer.
Less “etched in granite,” more “whispered suggestion.” Even my neck looked better, still a neck, but not the focal point of my self-loathing.
I went back a month later for round two. Less nervous this time because I knew what to expect. What I didn’t expect was the difference. See my photo. (No, seriously. Look.) It’s not drastic. But it’s just enough. Enough that I feel better in my skin, pun fully intended.
Now I do it once a year, maybe every 18 months, like getting your highlights touched up or your tires rotated. It’s nothing dramatic, just the kind of upkeep that keeps things humming. I’m not trying to look 25, just slightly less like I’ve been run over by time.
Oh and by the way, Microneedling… It works!
And it’s completely affordable and that matters to me because great shouldn’t come with a ridiculous price tag.
Curious about how Microneedling or Botox might work for you? My experience is just one of many. Whether you’re dealing with fine lines, dullness, or a stubborn neck like mine, we’re here to help.
👉 Book your consultation at Kandl Beauté and let’s get your glow on.
