Beauty bible

Celia Walden’s miracle healers

A couple of years back, ‘how to minimise scarring’ started getting way too much air play in my life. Alongside fitbit counts, it was one of the major topics of female conversation in la, where I was always tempted to say, ‘I find not taking a scalpel to my flesh really helps ’. even back in Bligh ty, where the women are still( sweetly) on injectables, Bio oil would crop up far more of ten than it should. I baste myself in the wonderstuff 24/7, don’t get me wrong (in fact, it has got so bad that most of my soft furnishings are now themselves disfigured by great oily slug-marks) – but just occasionally I wanted to enjoy a Neg roni without being confronted by the sight of a triumphant girlfriend’s fading stretchmarks/c-section scar.

oh what a difference a few years, a running accident, a five-inch gash to the shin and 16 stitches make. When I’m not morbidly bent over the scar that, four months on, still looks like a Halloween pumpkin’s grin, I’m Googling: ‘foods that promote skin repair’, ‘Medical-grade silicone scar strips’ and ‘laser skin resurfacing ’. on bad days I consider donating every short summer dress I own to far a; on good days my thinking is this :‘ something or someone will be able to fix this. literally the only point of living in 2017 is that stuff like this can now be fixed.’ To that end, I’ve worked my way through a grotesque quantity of products and weeded out the pretenders from the achievers – so you don’t have to.