When I was a teenager we sunbathed while lathered in baby oil. I don’t think we ever applied sunscreen. We basically fried our bodies and nobody thought it was a bad idea. I also thought putting lemon juice in my hair would give me golden blonde locks. Instead, I looked like a tomato and smelled like Pine sol. I don’t need photos to remember those days. The wrinkles on my forehead are a constant reminder. I’ve had an injection or two and have purchased enough anti-aging face cream to fill a small pool. Recently, a friend suggested I try a dermal-roller. What is that you ask? It’s a small rolling pin with little needles that you slowly drag across your face.
That sounded so awful that it must work, right? I logged on to amazon prime and ordered that sucker with one click. The “Buy it Now” feature is very dangerous. When you are sleep deprived leather pants seem like a good idea. They are never a good idea. The dermal-roller arrived the next day. I have warned my children not to play with knives or run with scissors, but I ran upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom to run needles ACROSS MY FACE. It felt like you would expect it to feel… awful. The directions say begin by rolling 4-8 times across in a horizontal, vertical and diagonal pattern. One of the many precautions is no to use the derma roller without supervision or permission from a trained professional. Perhaps, if you need a trained professional to use this tool, don’t sell it for $19.99 on the internet. I am a rebel. I once put a bag of popcorn in the microwave with “This Side Up” facing down. So, I went ahead without seeking assistance.
Afterward, my face looked like you would expect it to after running needles ACROSS YOUR FACE. I was slightly concerned that the redness would not subside by morning. Luckily, it did. My skin did not look any younger. According to the brochure, this is a long-term healing method. It takes weeks to see results. I will take their word for it and stick to a nice filter or have someone take my photo while standing on the top rung of a ladder. At least I have a new scare tactic for my children the next time they complain about having to wear sunblock. “Do you want needles dragged across your face when you are older? No? Then, put it on!”