15/11/2025
She told me it happened on an ordinary Tuesday morning — the kind where everything feels slightly rushed and slightly too loud. She’d slept fine, nothing dramatic, nothing unusual. But when she leaned towards the mirror to put on her mascara, she paused longer than she meant to.
Not because she disliked what she saw.
Not because she felt old or tired or undone.
But because, in that split second, something felt… unfamiliar.
And in her words, “It wasn’t that anything looked wrong. It just didn’t look like me anymore.”
That moment — that quiet, private, unexpected awareness — is one so many women tell me about. And yet, emotionally, it can land with surprising weight.
Because when life is busy — when you’re working, caring, juggling, and trying — you don’t always pay attention to yourself in the way you once did. Weeks blur into months. You put everyone else first. You handle the logistics, the emotions, the deadlines, the endless to-do lists. And somewhere along the way, you stop looking closely… until one day, you do.
And the reflection staring back tells a story you didn’t realise had been writing itself.
Not a story of ageing.
Not a story of decline.
But a story of a woman who has carried so much — stress, joy, worry, laughter, responsibility — and whose skin has quietly absorbed every chapter.
When she sat in my chair later that week, she said “I just want to feel like myself again,” she said. “Not a different version. Just… me.”
And that’s the heart of what so many people are truly seeking and why this regenerative approach to treatments feels so perfectly aligned with the service I love to offer 🫶🏼
