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Long, Red Carpety Eyelashes … BOOM! (Here’s how.)

In a recent beauty poll, 88% of women said they wished they had longer, fuller eyelashes.

Okay, fine. You’ve got me. There is actually no statistic for how many women wish they had longer, fuller lashes. I lied. But I’m a woman with a lot of friends. All of whom either wish theirs were longer (the majority of us) or are very proud of their already very well-endowed eyes (insert ugly word for these lucky freaks of nature here).

Over the years, I’ve tried all kinds of mascaras, curling wands, brushes, false eyelashes, snake oily quick-fixes and even some crazy fiber garbage that somehow is supposed to grab onto your existing lashes to lengthen and thicken them. (I ordered it from QVC. It was late. Don’t judge.) But nothing gave me the result I wanted. I wanted effective, I wanted safe, and, most of all, I wanted EASY. So when Fysiko asked me to test out their eyelash serum, I remember thinking “Sure. Why not? As long as it doesn’t cost me anything … or make me grow a tail … I’m in.”

Oh, but I just KNEW it wouldn’t work.

Before I go on, please allow me to teach you everything I know about the eyelash growth cycle: It lasts about 4 months (16 weeks). End of lesson. That said, it takes up to 8 weeks to see your first results and 16 weeks to see your full results with Fysiko. Case in point …


August 2013 – Here I am at the beginning of the experiment. My sparsely-lashed eyes resemble those a child draws to depict a little boy. (My apologies for springing this gender-confusing, horrific image on you so suddenly.)


October 2013 – Flash forward two months. I was hanging with a few friends when one of them unexpectedly leaned in, took a good look at me and said, “Are your eyelashes longer???” I hadn’t told anyone I was guinea-pigging for Fysiko. “Yes,” I replied coyly, fluttering my newly-augmented lashes.


December 2013 – Flash forward to the present. As you can see, these things are so long that I now actually need a brush to tame and manage them which, sadly, I neglected to do prior to this photograph.

The bottom line is … Fysiko works. It’s made from all natural ingredients. And it’s SUPER easy. Just swipe the brush once along your upper lash line at bedtime every night for 16 weeks. At the 16 week mark, you only need to do it two or three times a week to maintain your results.

And, for the record, I’ve been using the same bottle for 4 months now and it still feels like it’s completely full. The packaging says it contains a 6-8 month supply, but I honestly think it’ll go longer. Of course, I was lucky because, as a product tester, I received my bottle free of charge. It sells for $139 which, if broken into 8 months (I still say it’ll last longer), is only about $17 per month. But I’m not pushing anyone to buy it. I’m just telling you about the impressive results I saw with my experience. Especially because I went into it as a big, fat, eyelashless naysayer.

For more information about Fysiko, visit their website and their Facebook page.


The First Consultation Appointment – Pt. 2

So, we went into the examination room, still tasteful and completely boob-less in décor, and waited for the doctor.  My stupid phone rang again but, this time, I ignored it.  Not going to fall for that one again, iPhone.  I wanted to be mentally prepared for her when she came in.  So, I started trying to organize my thoughts.  Virginia wanted to throw her gum away and we joked about what she might see in the ‘Biohazard’ bin in the room with us.   She screwed up her courage, lifted the lid and tossed in her wad of gum.  Of course, we saw no used saline bags or spare nipples (sorry to my friend who can’t stand the sound of that word).  Too bad though.  That would’ve been a cool addition to this story, wouldn’t it?

It wasn’t long until the doctor came in.  She was very down to earth and Virginia and I both felt immediately at ease with her.  Score for the introductory appointment! The first thing she did was have the two of us switch places so I’d be across from her for the consultation.  I can’t imagine how she was able to determine so quickly that the patient was me and not my ‘gifted’ friend, Virginia. (Um, yes, I’m totally being sarcastic.  You don’t really know me that well yet so I thought I’d clue you in.)

The doctor interviewed me first.  I think that’s standard protocol, or at least it should be so they can get to know you and therefore know what best suits you boob-wise.  She listened to me explain that I was a 42-year-old mom of two who nursed nearly four years between the two of my children.  She laughed and said that, with most moms nursing an average of six months per child, it’s like I’ve nursed eight kids.  Damn.  Kate Gosselin I am not.  But maybe my boobs are.

And just as we were laughing and feeling very comfortable about the whole thing, she called for my top to come off. (My brain was racing. She had complimented it when she first came in.  Maybe she just wanted to try it on.  Geez … wake up, Michele!)  The moment of truth was here.  I think I actually looked at Virginia at that point and apologized. She offered to leave but I said no.  I’m supposed to be public here.  I mean … not webcam-for-the-blog public … but public in the sense that I wanted other opinions.  I wanted another set of ears hearing everything from the doctor.  Helping me remember everything. And digest everything, for that matter.

With me now topless, we started to get into the nitty gritty of it all.  She measured me to determine where my nipples fell (Again, sorry to my nipple-fearing friend.  You might just need to skip this chapter) and get the whole lay of the land, if you will.  The long and the short of it is that my breasts weren’t the worst things she’s ever seen.  And my nipples weren’t ridiculously low or anything like that. We then proceeded to discuss a worst case scenario or two that made me feel a little better about myself.

So, after seeing my ‘presentation’ and getting to know me a bit, she said she would recommend a lift for me personally.  She explained that, by grabbing everything that had spread out (and down) over the years and clustering it up back together in a higher place on my chest, I was likely to get exactly what I was looking for in boob-wear. My nipples would also be moved up and slightly reduced in size. (FYI to nursing mothers, this procedure does not impede your ability to breastfeed in the future. No nerves or anything else are cut here.) My breasts, now higher and more compact, would in fact appear larger.  She added that, if at a later date I decided I wanted a more substantial size, I could always go back there and slip a pair of implants into the higher, fully healed breasts.

I cannot stress enough how much she encouraged having these two procedures (the lift and the implants) done separately for the sake of healing and minimal scarring. She explained that the incisions made from the lift (described as anchor scars) would be nominal if you don’t overfill the breast at the same time with an implant.  They would only serve to push out against the healing incisions and thus create a more visible scar. And I saw several before and after pictures testifying to this fact.  She further added, as it’s the first place many of us go in our minds, that her costs for doing the two surgeries individually or together are nearly the exact same (as she gives discounts to repeat clients) … but she said many of her patients are so satisfied with the lift that they don’t always return for the additional implant surgery.

We talked a little about implants as well and she said she preferred saline to silicone. I mentioned that I’ve heard silicone seems to be coming back into vogue now but, after so many years of being removed from the market due links to cancer and other health issues, I had no interest in being a guinea pig for the new and improved version. Especially since they’ve only been made available again as an option for the last few years. She agreed.

She also said the exact same thing that I have heard from woman after woman with whom I’ve spoken about this project.

“Don’t go too big!

She said that, particularly on a smaller person like myself, oversized breasts will actually create a look of added weight overall on a woman’s frame.  Yeah, not really what I’m looking for here at all. I already enjoy cheese enough that I don’t need my boobs helping to make me look fat.

So, armed with more knowledge than I knew what to do with … and scared shitless that I needed to go through this process three or four more times …. I left the office with Virginia.  But not before telling the doctor about my online journal.  She loved the idea and its name and encouraged me to come back to visit again if I had more questions or needed explanations about anything.  I’m a big fan of this doctor so far. Of course, I’m not sure what I’m going to decide in the end … but she was a very good place to begin.

My next consultation appointment is Tuesday, September 20.  And I feel like I need to start getting organized already!