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I pause for a second. It could be ridiculous. Maybe I should be focusing on the fact that I’ve survived enough lives for ten people. But here’s the thing: we all deserve to feel beautiful. Although I am still recovering from a stroke, although my face has furrowed more wrinkles than I care to enumerate, I deserve to glow. So I plunge in, and I embrace all of my flaws and look for beauty there.
The first product I touch is RIMAN’s Incellderm dermatology booster, Ex. I hold it in my hands like it’s some kind of ancient treasure—my heart pounding with excitement. I read the instructions—15 cm away from my face, eyes closed, spray, press, breathe. My skin is thirsty, begging for this elixir. This product vows to moisturize and take care of fatigued skin from outside stimuli.
I stand in front of the mirror, spritzing RIMAN’s Incellderm dermatology booster Ex on my skin. I can sense the mist falling on my skin like a light cloud. The product has nearly no smell, but the experience is like an ocean breeze combined with high-quality spa magic. I feel it seep into my pores, and suddenly—BOOM. My skin eagerly drinks it up, absorbing every drop. The application process is simple: after cleansing, I close my eyes and spray the booster onto my face from about 6 inches away. I then gently press it into my skin, allowing it to fully absorb. The feeling of the mist on my skin is like a gentle caress, and the product‘s quick absorption leaves my skin feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.
I ravenously soak this into my skin as if it were famished. I have never ever experienced my skin soak up something that quickly. It’s as if I just opened the door to a new phase of hydration and radiance. I’m more plump and refreshing, and I feel like perhaps—even perhaps—I am a new person, evoking hope and renewal in me. This sense of being renewed is a good reminder that whatever we have been through, there is always the possibility of change and growth.
I can’t stop there. I apply RIMAN’s Incellderm serum Ex, the serum. My hands tremble as I massage it across my face—forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, everywhere. It’s richer, thicker, and smoother than I anticipated. I smooth it in carefully, working it with the lightest touch. It feels like silk in my fingers. My skin stirs, breathing deeper, absorbing, soaking up all the love. It is as though I am holding my face in my hands and whispering bridal vows of youth and beauty to it.
And the feeling—dear God—the feeling. My skin is tighter, more alive. It is as though it has just received an injection of the purest nutrients directly from the heart of a lush garden.
But the ultimate magic, the INCELLDERM ACTIVE CREAM EX, is what I’ve been looking forward to. It’s the crown, the peak. I scoop it out, rub it on my skin, and within a moment, my skin becomes alive. Moisturized, nourished, smooth—but even more, resilient. The cream sinks into my skin like a vow, like a guardian that’s there to watch over, to tighten, to envelop me with a cocoon of wellness.
As I touch my face, I do it with care. The softness, the firmness, it’s as if my skin has been reborn as something softer and stronger simultaneously. I feel like a different person. Maybe not exactly twenty again, but at least I can pretend that I am for a while. This new softness and strength empower me, and my confidence grows, and I feel like I’ve found my new superpower. A reminder that we all possess the power to reclaim and improve ourselves, to feel beautiful and assured, no matter how hard life has kicked us. Now, as I stand in front of the mirror, I see a new glow, yes, a glow that did not exist yesterday. I do not know if I have actually reversed time, but perhaps I do not have to. Perhaps this is sufficient—to be happy, to be beautiful, to feel that I am worthy of the love I am giving to myself. These products have not just improved my skin, but they’ve also boosted my self-esteem and made me feel more confident and beautiful.
So here I am—glowing, radiant, alive, in the mirror. It’s a minor victory, but damn, it’s a victory. And maybe that’s all that matters. I survived enough in my life to know that beauty may not be just skin deep. But hell, if these companies want to help me radiate like a goddess while I am here? I’m not a fool to stop them.
Here I am, smoother, softer, younger, and for the first time in a while, I might have found my new superpower.
I can’t stop laughing at myself, really. Here I am, again—giddy, practically squealing with excitement over a box of skincare. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? It’s a reflection of who I’ve become. A woman who’s fought her own battles, survived what most wouldn’t even believe, and now, at 38, clinging to this one simple thing: beauty. Not in a shallow way, not at all. No, this is about finding myself in the mirror again, about feeling something that goes deeper than skin. It’s about overcoming the societal pressures and personal struggles that led me to this skincare journey and finding self-acceptance and self-love. It’s a journey that I hope resonates with you and reminds you that you are worthy of love and acceptance, just as you are.
It feels like another lifetime ago when I first returned to Taiwan as a teenager, all wide-eyed and naïve, still fresh off the plane, with the feeling of the entire world still ahead of me. I remember the moment I learned about cosmetic surgery. I was just a kid, but my curiosity caught fire when I heard people talk about reversing time—just like that, with a scalpel. As a teenager, it sounded like magic. It seemed like a Godsend, a ticket to pause the clock, or at least move it backward. They spoke of beauty like it was a shortcut, a magical solution to whatever imperfections I might’ve thought I had.
Who doesn’t want to look like they’ve turned back the clock a few decades? What 18-year-old doesn’t dream of smoother skin, sharper features, and all that comes with the illusion of perfection? I watched people older than me getting this surgery and suddenly—poof—they were younger, somehow ageless. I thought, “This is it. This is the secret.” Maybe if I just got my face fixed, all the rest of it—my past, my mistakes, my chaos—would somehow fix itself. My scars could disappear. My face would tell a new story.
But as time went on, I started to hear the stories I hadn’t expected. The ones no one ever talks about. The ones where the scalpel didn’t just make someone “younger.” The ones where it took someone’s life. I saw it in the news, headlines flashing across my phone screen: “Lipolysis malpractice leads to death.”
It hit me like a sucker punch. I didn’t want to believe it. Is this what I was thinking? That this was the answer? Suddenly, the very thing that had once seemed like a magic cure now had a dark shadow hanging over it. Could something that promised so much actually take away everything? Could the pursuit of beauty actually bring death? It was terrifying.
I realize, sitting here with my skincare products spread out before me, that I’ve lived through enough freakish accidents, crashes, and near-death experiences to know that life isn’t about cosmetic fixes. It’s not about smoothing out every wrinkle or erasing every flaw. It’s about surviving. It’s about learning how to love yourself even after you’ve seen the darkness. It’s about cherishing the moments that make you you, no matter how scarred or, imperfect or messed up you are.
So yeah, maybe I’m a little obsessed with looking younger. Who isn’t, after seeing your reflection age faster than you can blink? But today, as I spray on RIMAN’s Incellderm dermatology booster—a fine mist of hope and hydration—there’s a shift. It’s different now. I feel the coolness on my skin, and as I rub it in, I think of that teenage girl who would’ve used any surgery to feel new, to feel perfect. She’s not who I am now.
Now, it’s all about surviving in the here and now. It’s about pampering my skin like I pamper my spirit. I don’t need to rewind time with a scalpel; I’ve survived too much to waste my energy wishing I could turn back. No. Instead, I use these products as a reminder of how far I’ve come. How my skin is a map of survival, not of perfection. Every line, every mark, every tiny flaw is a victory. A badge of honour. A part of me that I cherish, not erase.
RIMAN’s Incellderm serum Ex. glides onto my skin, thick and comforting, like a gentle embrace. It’s not magic, but it feels close enough. I massage it in and remember the years I spent hating my face, wishing I could change it, shape it, fix it. But now? Now I realize that this face—this beautiful, scarred, imperfect face—is the one I’ve fought for. And it deserves all the care in the world.
So yeah, maybe cosmetic surgery was once my escape plan. But now? It’s skincare. It’s about giving my skin the love it deserves, not pretending to be someone I’m not. I’ve survived enough to know that real beauty comes from a place much deeper than any serum or scalpel could ever reach.
The INCELLDERM ACTIVE CREAM EX is my final act of self-love today, massaging it gently into my skin. My face feels nourished, calm, and grounded. I look at myself in the mirror—truly look—and I see a woman who’s been through hell, but who’s still standing. Still glowing. Still living.
And that’s enough. More than enough.
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