You know you’ve had a good experience at a spa when you find yourself walking around with their brochure a week later. And that’s exactly what I found myself doing today. A week after my visit to Hela Spa in Georgetown.
Now, I’ve has several facials in my life. Maybe too many to count. But this one was by far the best. And the most painful. But to properly explain my experience at Hela, I’ll have to ask you a random question before I get started.
Did your parents ever spank you as a child?
Yeah, I know this is a random question in the middle of a spa review. But stay with me. I’m going somewhere.
I wasn’t a bad kid growing up. Actually, I was a fantastic kid. I followed all directions, made excellent grades and had a great group of friends that my parents loved. My very last spanking was at around 5-years-old. And except for a few groundings during my high school years. I was never really disciplined aggressively.
But I do remember my very last spanking where my father said something to me that I’ll never forget. “This may be a little painful” he said. “But you’ll appreciate it later.”
OK. Fast forward several years and here I am (or rather there I was) at the Hela spa, lying on the table waiting for my facial when my aesthetician said to me “This may be a little painful. But you’ll appreciate it later.”
I felt the needle on the record in my head come to a screeching stop. What?!
Kelly was her name. A beautiful name, really. But not as beautiful as her skin. I wanted my skin to look like the African-American version of hers: smooth, supple, well-toned and brown.
Under a huge microscope/lamp machine, she looked at my face and peered down into my pores. In since the steamer was on, I assumed that I would receive a regular facial. But after Kelly’s brief observation, it was clear to her that a boring steam facial was not in order. Instead, a glycolic peel would better serve me.
After about 30 seconds, she shut of the steamer and slathered my skin with what felt like an acid bath.
Now before I continue, I want to be sure to state that Kelly is the most loveliest of people. Her mannerisms were absolutely perfect. She messaged my shoulders and décolleté like no other. And she thoroughly explained everything to me as if I were her younger sister. I fell in love with Kelly right there on that spa table. And I’m still in love with her now.
But that glycolic peel is a different story.
Kelly generously smothered that peel all over my skin, which in turn began to peel off my skin. After about 10 seconds, I began to wonder to myself “Is this woman trying to kill me?” I remember thinking that this must have been how the Wicked Witch of the West felt when she said “I’m melting, I’m melting.” Because yes, my flesh felt as if it were melting from my face.
I wanted my boring steam facial back.
According to Kelly, glycolic peels are supposed to stay on your face for about 3 minutes. Welp, I lasted all of 15 seconds. And that’s including the time it took for Kelly to apply the peel and the time it took for her to remove it.
Lord help me!
But the torture didn’t stop there. After Kelly wiped my face clean she extracting dirt from every pore with a microscopic needle, cleaning out every ounce of debris that could have possibly been left behind. I was surprised she even had to do this. My skin had just been burned down to the white meat. So, how could there possibly have been any dirt in my pores to extract?
The pain was excruciating. And I held onto the bed sheets for dear life. But thankfully, I managed. Twenty minutes or so later, she was done.
At some point, Kelly applied a cooling cream to my skin, which helped the pain subside. I can’t exactly remember when she applied it. But I DO remember looking at my skin in the bathroom mirror after it was all over and crying. I’ll explain the tears in just a bit. But the cooling cream was nice and made me feel all tingly inside.
After it was all over, Kelly told me that my skin was like tissue paper and that I shouldn’t face the sun or reapply makeup for about 24 hours. I was also advised to not wash my face with any harsh soap for about three days.
I listened. I didn’t want to burn off any skin that I happened to have left on my bones.
After Kelly left the treatment room, I got dressed and ran to the bathroom. Here is where I cried. My skin, which had been abused and beaten to a pulp, was super smooth, supple and toned. Near perfect and everything I had ever prayed for.
Against Kelly’s advice, I touched my cheeks. I had to touch it to see if they were really mine. My skin has caused me such grief and anguish my entire teenage and adult life and has been plagued with acne, acne scars, uneven skin tone and huge pores. So, when I saw this new skin right before me, facing me in the mirror, I cried.
The salt in my tears burned my cheeks a bit. But it was nothing compared to the pain that I just endured.
OK. So, here I am a week later. Still a little emotional at how amazing my skin is. Within the week, my skin has remained smooth and clean. People actually notice the difference and offer me complements.
Kelly suggested I purchase the Hela Spa brand glycolic face wash, which I did. And I’ve been using it every single night. I actually had three bumps pop out on my forehead last Tuesday. But they were gone in 22 hours. (Yes. I counted).
I still have a few acne scars on my cheeks that seem to never go away. But according to Kelly, they will be a thing of the past soon enough. So long as I keep coming back to her for a treatment.
And you can bet your last dollar that I’m going back. Yeah, that facial was a little painful. But I definitely appreciated it.