Welcome 2018!! Last year I can honestly say was one of the worst years I have ever experienced. But, it is a shiny new year, with a little rebrand and some amazing things coming soon! Stayed tuned for some of the latest, greatest, craziest and most bizarre things going on in the world of beauty and aesthetics. Plus more diet, fitness and general masochistic abuse of my body in the name of vanity and weight loss!!!
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Cellulite!! Ugh! It is not even a pretty word. A bit like moist, every time I hear it I just cringe! First of all everyone has a bit of cellulite at one point or another. But, unfortunately I have it all the time. Primarily because I spent the majority of my life morbidly obese, cellulite is the price I have to pay for my years of gluttony. Although I have lost a huge amount of weight and have had reconstructive surgery for loose skin, the cellulite in one form or another remains.
I have tried lotions, potions and various notions. Short of voodoo I have yet to find a miracle. Now I am sure you have heard of the various anti-cellulite tights and leggings. There are several companies that make them, all with very ambitious claims about “impregnated” fabric and that they sacrifice a live chicken in the factory to ensure your positive results. Ok, I made that last bit up!! But, you see where I am going. There are some very grand claims out there for what is often a very mediocre product. As some of these products are very expensive, the last thing you want is to spend £200 on what ends being a pair of lazy pants you wear on the school run.
I am very much a believer in finding those special treasures in places you would not normally look. I love the idea of trying something from a lesser known company as often they have something super special, but perhaps the world hasn’t discovered them yet. I met this amazing and very inspiring entrepreneur Fabia Santos at a plastic surgery conference. Her company called Yoga Compression Garments was not one I had heard of before, but her belief and dedication to her products hooked me right in. I wasn’t sure why at the time, but she was definitely someone I wanted to know better. There was the added bonus I suppose because it is a Brazilian company I thought if anyone in the world is going to know how to make your ass look good, it’s going to be them!
Over the course of researching the products what I learned was that in addition to the leggings which I will get to later, Fabia has dedicated herself to helping women going through reconstructive surgeries. She attends hospitals herself to ensure post surgical garments are fitted properly and educates medical staff on the importance of garment fitting in the healing process. I suppose this resonated with me because I have been in the position of trying to get myself into post surgery garments that in retrospect did more harm than good. One very ill-fitting corset I had following abdominoplasty I referred to as “the juicer”. The second I put it on my clothes were soaked with the excess drainage. So, the work she does is an integral part of the healing process for women that are already feeling quite vulnerable following life changing operations that are not always cosmetic. As a professional Fabia is someone who really “walks the talk”.
The leggings are called The Yoga Emana. They absorb heat from the body and return in the form of “long infrared rays”. The rays are then absorbed into the skin and stimulate circulation and cellular metabolism. The leggings contain bio-active crystals and so these properties are not lost when they are washed. Amongst the many benefits that are purported:
Increased cellular metabolism
Increased skin elasticity
Reducing the appearance of cellulite
Reduction of muscle fatigue
So, with my magic leggings in hand I was off to try them myself in hopes of conquering these beastly dimples! Putting aside that they are meant to benefit you by wearing them, as a product they are beautiful and really flattering. The instructions are that you are to wear them 12 hours a day. I must say this was easy as they go with everything and really give you a beautiful shape. They are so comfortable, yet hold everything in as well as pushing that excess junk in the trunk up perfectly.
The initial trial is meant to show results within weeks. As I have particularly bad cellulite I took before pictures over six weeks. The results were everything that was promised. There was a marked difference in the smoothness of the skin and I definitely found the dimpling in my upper thighs in particular to have reduced.
Although I was primarily trialling them in order to ascertain the anti-cellulite properties I did actually find that there was a marked difference in how my legs felt following a run when wearing them. So, there is definitely something too the claims about reducing fatigue. From day one I was able to pack more punch into a workout wearing my Emana’s. All in all the trial was extremely successful. I can’t recommend them enough. They retail for £95, which is a reasonable price for leggings that deliver the goods. They remain in my normal rotation as my go to workout wear as well as sneaking them under other garments as a much more comfortable option to your standard “suck in your gut” pants. An all around great product from a fabulous company.
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Happy New Year Beautiful People!! I am wishing and hoping for health, happiness and prosperity for us all!!
So, this New Year has me thinking about beginnings. I have seen lots of beginnings this year. Not the least of which has been the change in my body, in image and in the physical reconstruction of my actual body. I was thinking about the sacrifices we make to change ourselves. After losing so much weight, I was obviously left with lots of loose skin and also perhaps lost a bit of the youthful plump that all of the extra adipose tissue gave me. In other words I once was like a balloon blown up and deflated basically.
Do I regret the loss of this bit of youth fat had afforded me? Well, no, not even a little bit. Because what I gained in self-esteem and health far outweigh all of this. The new me can run! The new me will live longer and the new me can do anything! I have been extremely lucky that with the intervention of an amazing surgeon in Paul Baguley, I could be brand new. Through plastic surgery I could have the body I worked so hard to get. I have been looking through the pictures I sent into the television company prior to the surgery. I remember being so humiliated sending them, that I actually cleared my browser and email account of any trace of those messages with pictures attached. I looked at them and thought; there could not be any possible way to come back to anything remotely normal looking.
Now in retrospect looking at my after pictures, particularly my thighs and stomach, the results are unbelievable. I am not ashamed of those pictures anymore. It is a bit like looking at a discarded cocoon now. Although not perfect, I am very happy with the butterfly I have become no matter how oddly I fly now and then.
Breaking News!!! Coming soon My first VLOG post where I will be reviewing some amazing new products.
I know I write a lot about our bodies and how we feel about them. I have been reading quite a lot about the #safetyinbeauty campaign. It has really had me thinking about the danger some of us are willing to put ourselves through for our individual perception of what beauty is.
There has been a lot in the press about the controversial and extremely dangerous butt implants. Now, I suppose we can go on an asswitch hunt to find the originator of the desire for a bottom that is completely disproportionate to one’s figure but that seems pointless. However, there are some high profile “stars” that have embraced this with both cheeks. You know who I mean, not necessary to spell it out. I am all for the celebration of curves. However, I believe what has been created is ”Rear Pressure”. Personally and I say this as someone with some junk in the trunk, albeit a lot less junk then I used to, that I actually find this look quite unattractive. There is a massive difference between looking healthy and looking as if you have been having some sort of ass bash with Mike Tyson. It looks unnatural unless your body is proportioned in that way. Now as someone with breast implants I get that I may sound hypocritical. But, young women are risking their lives for this. Someone very local to me was, sadly the girl who lost her life in Thailand having butt implants.
I have no desire to look like Jessica Rabbit or any variation of her, real or otherwise. I find it hypocritical as a society that as women we have been very quick to point out all the ways that make Barbie a poor role model. Yet we bow at the well pedicured feet of some ridiculous and impossible to emulate “real” bodies. Personally, I think Barbie in the right context is an aspirational figure. She has even been president!!! Never had a reality show and has chosen not to get married and concentrate on her career as an “insert this year’s job here”
I get the desire to look like whoever the latest celeb is, I really do. I also understand everything about the desire for plastics. But, we as women are risking everything for something that doesn’t really exist. What we are seeing in magazines has been photos shopped to death and are not possible to emulate.
The fact is butt implants are particularly dangerous and unless you have been naturally blessed with that type of body look ridiculous. I could just be having a crazy rant. But, seriously peeps have a look at the #Safetyinbeauty campaign. There are some scary things going in plastics. If you want plastics, do it for you. Don’t let yourself be led by rear pressure.
Waking up in a haze, it was all over. My thighs and stomach bandaged up from ankle to torso it was hardly glamorous. But, it was done and for the first time in my life even under the weight of staples and stitches, I was the proud owner of a shiny new “normal” body. The recovery was difficult I had lost a lot of blood due to the complexity of the surgery and sheer volume of skin requiring removal.
Once I was home the weight of the journey I had undertaken had hit me. Like a magic wand being run across my body the evidence of my obesity was erased. Mr Baguley removed several pounds of skin. Where it had creped my body was now taut and contoured.
A couple of months on from the two stages of surgery, I filmed the “Reveal”. Very interesting experience. Make up artists applying concealers to some very unusual places. For the first time I saw myself in a full length mirror without clothes. I was blown away. To say the results were dramatic was the understatement of the year. I was not sure what or who I was looking at or who was looking back. Definitely not the body I had become used to hating for all of those years. All inhibitions melted away with the fat and skin. I was truly brand new in every way.
As I continued to heal I began to realise what a different place the world was for me to live in now. For some reason my opinion mattered more. I was treated with greater respect than when I lived in my fat body. People were just nicer. I learned the term for this was “thin privilege”. It was a bit like I had been standing behind the velvet rope my whole life and all of a sudden was allowed into “the club”. I had mixed feelings about all this. I loved the attention, but on behalf of the fat girl without self-esteem I once was I resented the superficial nature of the way I was now treated. I recently said to my Mum that all the education and degrees I attained over the years had been a waste of time and money. So, rather than a college fund at 18, I should have been given weight loss surgery and new set of breasts. But, the reality was I liked thin privilege and as much as it messed with my mind I had important things to say and this new person I became allowed me the platform to do so. Like anything though you can either embrace it or let it destroy you…