When I go for a facial it usually involves a soothingly lit room, plinky plonky music and a deep pile terry robe, so hitting the Face Gym in the middle of Selfridges fast fashion floor was quite a contrast! It was an emergency and they had a spot free so I swallowed my pride and took a seat.
I had basically been wincing all day, every time I saw my reflection. The results of a goodbye at the weekend had left me with tear-puffed eyes and a face that seemed to show every day or my age, plus a few more for good measure. I was not a happy bunny. The therapist took my details and asked what I wanted to achieve and after a short discussion she assured me that I had come to the right place.
Wow, she was not kidding. Amazingly, a few moments in, I kind of forgot that my face was being smooshed in full view of a crowded shop floor. There was some ouchy moments, but of the kind that makes you think ‘Ooh, I didn’t realize I had muscles there, let alone muscles that were so sore’. I could literally feel the stress being smoothed out of my face and neck. After 30 minutes (that flew by) I emerged able to look at my make up free face and a smile replaced the scowl. £35 very well spent, and justified even further when I went out still make up free, bar a touch of red lippy, and was told by old friends how well I looked.
I am already thinking of booking in again and this time going for the ‘Advanced’ option of ‘Mouth Work’, during which a therapist literally massages your mouth and jaw from the inside out. All in the name of research, and the quest for a happy face. If this has tempted you to give your chops a workout, then you can find out more about Face Gym here, or head down to Selfridges Oxford Street to take a look.