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Not worth it
It has now been almost six months. Other than my arms, no visible change. I paid extra for up-a-cup; I am not up a cup. My abdomen is still flabby. My thighs are still huge and covered in cellulite. I have lost no weight. I feel cursed.
AirSculpt experience
In the last couple of years, I put on forty pounds. Sixteen of those happened between July and December. I would burn 800 Calories a day, took up running and weight-lifting, and are healthy, but in five or more months of hard work, I still hadn't lost even ten pounds. I missed the body I had in my twenties. Finally, I decided to get AirSculpt. The procedure was yesterday.
First of all, it costs the same as a cheap but new car. Oof. Secondly, it is NOT gentle, at all. It is nothing like "picking berries off a bush," as they proudly proclaim when a caller is on hold. To be fair, I had a lot done: inner thighs, banana rolls, full abdomen, front bra rolls and arms. This said, I usually have a formidable pain tolerance, but was sucking on the laughing gas for dear life. Once the procedure was over, I vomited violently. My entire body hurt horribly, and all they offered me for pain were acetaminophen and ibuprofen. Cruel.
The aftercare instructions were not adequate. I wasn't sure if I could change the pads--which were leaking everywhere before I even left the facility--before I was allowed to remove the faja for a shower, 48 hours after the procedure. I made a mess of the bed, puppy pads be damned. I'm not sure if the faja is on tight enough over my abdomen. I'm sort of freefalling.
Today is Day One. I feel substantially better since right after the procedure and I'm finally not leaking as badly. I received a phone call telling me I was permitted to change the pads after all. I was reminded that I was given a special kit for my shower, for which I can't wait but must wait another 19 hours. I walked my crazy dog for about an hour, even though I can barely stand up straight and walked like a TV cowboy. I have otherwise spent the day in bed promising myself and my fiancé that I would radically love myself exactly as I am from this moment forward, instead of torturing myself pursuing beauty, which was never meant for me. I'm ashamed to say it took six plastic surgeries to land on that conclusion.
I will update as time passes.
First of all, it costs the same as a cheap but new car. Oof. Secondly, it is NOT gentle, at all. It is nothing like "picking berries off a bush," as they proudly proclaim when a caller is on hold. To be fair, I had a lot done: inner thighs, banana rolls, full abdomen, front bra rolls and arms. This said, I usually have a formidable pain tolerance, but was sucking on the laughing gas for dear life. Once the procedure was over, I vomited violently. My entire body hurt horribly, and all they offered me for pain were acetaminophen and ibuprofen. Cruel.
The aftercare instructions were not adequate. I wasn't sure if I could change the pads--which were leaking everywhere before I even left the facility--before I was allowed to remove the faja for a shower, 48 hours after the procedure. I made a mess of the bed, puppy pads be damned. I'm not sure if the faja is on tight enough over my abdomen. I'm sort of freefalling.
Today is Day One. I feel substantially better since right after the procedure and I'm finally not leaking as badly. I received a phone call telling me I was permitted to change the pads after all. I was reminded that I was given a special kit for my shower, for which I can't wait but must wait another 19 hours. I walked my crazy dog for about an hour, even though I can barely stand up straight and walked like a TV cowboy. I have otherwise spent the day in bed promising myself and my fiancé that I would radically love myself exactly as I am from this moment forward, instead of torturing myself pursuing beauty, which was never meant for me. I'm ashamed to say it took six plastic surgeries to land on that conclusion.
I will update as time passes.
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