Will Radio Frequency Devices Replace Liposuction?
“Change is the only constant in life.” Heraclitus, Greek Philosopher 500 BCE
Heraclitus? No, I plead ignorance. Although I not a Spring chicken, I absolutely never met the philosopher Heraclitus. I was born smack dab in the middle of the 20th century, and once upon a time had a long love affair with a professor of philosophy. He was never my teacher, although I ended up teaching him plenty. (We will let your dirty little imagination run wild, my darlings!)
Removing some pockets of fat from my thighs, along with that terrible stuff that resembles large-curd cottage cheese, was a welcome change for me. Yes, come to mama baby!
I am betting my tiny pension that if you are reading this, and some filthy miscreant piled cellulite on your thighs, you will want a radio-frequency treatment from Advanced Esthetics They are located here in San Juan, Puerto Rico, in the Condado neighborhood, although another site is planned with the Intercontinental Hotel.
I will be getting 12 treatments all together. So, it may not be for the average vacationer. It could be pure gold for all of you self-employed or retired folks fleeing the Frozen Tundra–you know, the Upper 48, where they consistently get this weird white stuff that falls from the sky. Also, when you start your car for work, it slides, totally beyond your control, on this thing called ice. I never ever wanted to be Peggy Fleming or any other ice queen, but I admit it’s fun to watch.
That is, it can be fun if the TV is in Puerto Rico or in front of a fireplace, for all of you Frozen Tundra dwellers.
I prefer ice in my alcoholic beverage, not on the ground upon which I walk. How about you?
Margarita Torres, my yoga teacher, Spanish teacher an all-around muse partnered with a lovely young Puertoricaña named Adriana, who is also a masseuse.
Perhaps the next best thing to getting a massage is knowing a masseuse? I personally have never met one that I did not fall hopelessly in love with. Well, perhaps for just an hour or so. And the race, religion or sex of said masseuse did not alter my temporary love affair one bit.
My love, therefore, is totally democratic. Oh, and so is cellulite. At my last real job as a nurse on a busy psychiatric unit, my Black colleagues got a wee bit full of themselves by declaring, “Black Don’t Crack.”
Really? Then why were they coming to me to ask me about liposuction, face lifts and the rest of it? Yes, Black Don’t Crack, but it can get cellulite, overweight, and yes , I am sorry to disillusion all of my friends of the African persuasion, Black does get wrinkles. That is, if Black lives to be ninety or so.
I know this to be the truth, because I happen to have a lady friend who is still in the Frozen Tundra city also known as Philadelphia. On my last visit to her, I definitely noted some wrinkles. She was not in the least concerned. Unfortunately, the lady my daughter called her “Special Grandmother,” is not mentally sharp anymore, though we will always love her. She is afterall, family. Alzheimer’s and all.
Yes, family also plays a huge part in your genetic makeup, for better or ill. For example, I will always be whiter than the driven snow, but I slather on the sunscreen as if there were no tomorrow-because guess what, there may not be.
“Nothing can be certain to be said except death and taxes.” Ben Franklin, American Statesman and former ambassador to France.
Also, I have to admit something else about Ben-He was also a dirty old man, and they were always my favorite patients when I worked as a psychiatric nurse.
However, if my mentor in the sky, commonly known in Spanish as El Señor, takes me in my sleep, I believe I may see a few of my former patients in the afterlife.
Also, for some incomprehensible reason, I want to leave behind a fabulous, stylish corpse. Too macabre for your taste? Death and taxes are also two elements of life that have never changed, even before our friend Heraclitus spoke so eloquently about change.
So without further ado, let me show you a pair of thighs, old thighs if you insist, but I call them mine, only better.
Dang! My booty has dropped-here is the good news, this process can lift your butt-without surgery!
I happen to love love love surgery, but I am a freak of nature who gets over any surgery in record time.
Sometimes, within 48 hours or less.
But, we cannot all be that lucky so here is another great piece of news–This process will can also lift your butt!
This process may also lift your butt!
What husband can refuse that? No, can YOU refuse that?