SiennaInLondon said:
That is the most terrifying thing ever!
No, necrotizing fasciitis is the most terrifying thing ever. L'eng Tche, that's a fright. And this guy, Miyazaki Tsutomu, he's pretty scary, too. However, having fat redistribute to your neck because you had it all sucked out of your ***, I don't know if that's tragic or funny. My compassionate, immediate response response to vanity--my own or others--is a frightening combination of laughter and tears. But when I burst out laughing in crying at the same time, it tends to dampen commerce and make my mascara run. So I try to keep it in check with mindless shopping.
Dry brushing is using a soft boar's bristle brush (like a shower brush) in a circular motion on your dry skin, preferably before a shower, always in the direction toward your heart, until you're a good shade of red (or feel you're a good shade of red, if your skin's the hue that doesn't show this easily). This can be combined with various applications of potions and unguents--a few droplets of sesame oil with grapefruit and cypress essential oils blended in, or rosemary & pine--whatever makes you feel cleansed and pure, while visualizing yourself in perky pat, barbie doll smoothness and contentment. Dry brushing works especially well when you pay someone else to do it for you, doubly so if they coo and fawn over you while the petit flaying occurs.
If dry brushing doesn't cut it, you can always work up to the harder stuff, like endermologie, or being thrashed with the limbs & leaves of birch saplings, or I've read there's some new ultrasonic, infrared flesh-melter out there. After that, it's the dungeons of SOMA, I dunno.
Anyway, be kind to your bodies, and other people's bodies, or at least have a safe word.