Dear Clarisonic,
When you came into my life 2 years ago I was dubious, at best. $225 for a electronic face scrubber? Surely you were kidding. Yes Oprah loved you, and Kate Somerville, and a host of other famous people who are quick to recommend products that they get for free in award show gifting suites, but let's be real. For that kind of moola, you better have been a miracle worker.
Everyone thought I was crazy to even give you a chance. "Drink more water!" They said. "Don't you know we're in a recession?" They admonished. "You can get the same effect if you [insert woefully ineffective home remedy here]" They advised. But no, it had to be. I knew that I needed you.
It was a bumpy ride at first (literally). My skin reacted worse than an actor detoxing on Celebrity Rehab. It certainly wasn't used to this kind of deep cleaning on a regular basis, and it let me know it.
But then, a miracle happened. I was at brunch with my father one Sunday and he looked at me and said, "Your skin is glowing, have you been drinking more water like I told you?" Amazing! My father, who only comments on my backside getting larger or my hair styled in a way he finds to be unflattering, actually paid me a compliment! "No!" I shouted triumphantly. "Enough with your blasted water! I'm using my Clarisonic!"
And so was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. The buildup of gross whiteheads on the side of my nose? Gone. The line of pimples on my chin that show up whenever Aunt Flo is in town? Nowhere to be seen. The rough skin on my cheeks that makes my foundation look like it's trying to hard? Vanished. You had vanquished them all, dear friend.
So today I say, Viva La Clarisonic! You have changed the balance of power (on my face) forever!
And for that, I thank you.
Sincerely,
cocobella
(Okay, so I know this is a bit much, but I REALLY do love my Clarisonic. Don't you guys???)
