I'll never forget the morning I caught my reflection in a department store window and didn't recognize myself.
I was 38 years old, but the woman staring back at me looked 48. Sagging jowls. Deep lines around my mouth. Dull, tired skin that no amount of makeup could hide.
I had spent over $3,200 on luxury creams. La Mer. Drunk Elephant. SkinCeuticals. My bathroom looked like Sephora exploded.
Nothing worked. Not a single product made a visible difference.
Then I saw my friend Sarah at our college reunion. She's two months older than me but looked absolutely stunning—like she'd aged backwards. Everyone was asking if she'd gotten work done.
I cornered her in the bathroom. "Sarah. Tell me the truth. What did you do?"
She pulled out her phone and showed me a photo of what looked like a clear gel.
"This is going to sound crazy," she said. "But I've been using this Korean overnight treatment. It's what all the actresses in Seoul use. My cousin sent it to me."
"Another cream?" I said, unable to hide my skepticism.
"It's not a cream," she interrupted. "You put it on at night and it turns into a thin film that seals your face for eight hours. American products just sit on top and evaporate. This actually penetrates deep into your skin."
She looked me right in the eye. "Emily, the first morning I used it, I cried when I saw my reflection. That's how dramatic the difference was."