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When it comes to your skin, who do you trust?

carriesuepepper • Apr 20, 2011

 

Last night, I met a woman – let’s call her Brenda.  Well, for a 61 year old woman, she looks amazing.  She’s fit and trim and keeps up on things like diet and exercise – and skin care.  Brenda has spent a lot of money on her skin.  She has had Botox; she’s had fillers; she has used hyaluronic acid (which took the skin off above her eyelid due to over-use.  She’s had some things go wrong and not produce the results she wanted.  She uses a little skin cleaning device called a “Clarisonic” machine which she said she loves.  Her esthetician recommended it. 

 I had talked to her about the incredible hand-held device I use, one that not only cleanses down below the dermis of the skin, but goes so much farther than that to reduce pore size, tighten and lift the skin, reduces line and wrinkles and oh, by the way, the technology in the gel actually stops the aging process at the cellular level.  (it can also be used to significantly reduce cellulite on the body).  She had been warned about this machine by her esthetician.  She was skeptical – and for good reason.  Brenda had spent a lot of money on her skin care and she had had some things go wrong.  Thank goodness nothing serious like a friend of mine who had a dermal filler and, during the process, the doctor hit a blood vessel beneath her eye!  For two or three days, she experienced blurry vision and her eyes acually “crossed.”  Thank God, this subsided.  Do you think she’s going back to having needles in her face for the sake of vanity?  Read on – she, too, uses our little “wrinkle iron.”

She agreed to a demonstration of the “wrinkle iron” I use and after a five minute half-face treatment she was begging me to do the other side!  I can feel it , she said, this side is totally lifted up, I can feel it!  

Yes, after just five minutes – not only was her face lifted, but it was plumped and glowing.  It just takes a demonstration to show the magic and the power of this technology.  I, for one, am thrilled to be partnered with a company that has the kind of innovative technology that can give people something that works, that’s not harmful, and that is good for their skin. 

In a world of hype and broken promises, it’s nice to know there are companies you can trust.

Carrie Pepper

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Today, while out on a walk in a very high wind, I spotted a little bird way up in the tip top of a bare oak tree; she was holding on every so tightly as the wind tossed and shook the branches. Hold on, little one, I thought. And just then, this quote came to mind. “A bird sitting on a tree is never afraid of the branch breaking, because her trust is not in the branch, but in her own wings.” ― Charlie Wardle As I watched her, I imagined my own wings and wondered just how hard the wind is going to need to blow in my life for me to loosen them, pinned tightly to my sides, unfurl them—then TRUST as the currents lift me off my (branch) and I soar effortless and without fear.

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By Carrie Pepper • 30 Nov, 2023
Out on my morning walk, street signs acted as memory joggers. Perhaps they were nudges so that I could remember, and be grateful for, these two women who were there for me as a kid. BRADFORD was the first sign. Grammy Bradford. I never called her anything else and I have no idea what her first name was, but I do remember she was there to tend to me when I was little while my mother went off to work at her government job "in procurement," which she hated. I know nothing, really, of what she did there, but I do remember the room. It seemed there were hundreds of desks in this huge room, no partitions. Dark grey desks and heavy black telephones. I visited her there a few times and she'd give me tablets and pens to keep me busy. I was ALWAYS thrilled to have a tablet and a pen! What she did there is a mystery to me, but when she and my father would argue, which was often, she'd always say, "I want my own money," and so off she went to work every morning at the Defense General Supply Center. He told her she didn't need to work, that he could support her, but, again, she wanted her own money. Back to Mrs. Bradford, Grammy. She was a bit on the heavy side (which I thought made for the best, most cuddly hugs) with long grey hair that she wore up with tons of bobby pins. She always wore a floral bib apron with large pockets and she'd fill them with pears when we'd go to that special corner of our back yard. Oh the smell! Those yellow pears and the carpet of yellow leaves. Memories of Grammy Bradford brought back memories of Thelma Massenburg. She looked exactly like Aunt Jemima (OH FOR HEAVEN'S SAKES, we can't say Aunt Jemima anymore!) Recently a friend told me he'd made pancakes and I asked what kind of syrup he used. When he said, "Pearl Milling," I thought it sounded kinda cool, but when I looked it up I found out it was the new name for Aunt Jemima syrup. SERIOUSLY? Anyway, she was wonderful. She cleaned our house, scrubbed the floors and walls and worked harder than anyone I'd ever seen. I loved her. She always wore a bandana tied around her head. She lived in a tiny reddish tar papered house with ten children. Who knows where they all slept! She was diabetic and I was a little stinker and liked to tease her with Hershey Bars. I'd wave one in front of her nose and she'd smile and say," "You bad, chile." The last time I saw her she was in the hospital and her eyes were very, very yellow. Liver disease. The scarf that was always wrapped around her head was gone and I am sure that I could hear her say, "You bad, chile," although she probably didn't. Thank you my sweet Thelma. My Aunt Jemima.
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