Smart: Using The Winter Months To Try One of Those Freaky Asian Foot Peels
The last time I was in New York, I popped by my old corporate stomping grounds - Condé Nast, home to all manner of gorgeous print and digital mags - to visit my beloved Elizabeth Swanson.
I adore Elizabeth Swanson, now the Beauty Editor of Brides, so I pretty much refuse to go to Gotham unless I get to see her. Je refuse...
"Wanna raid the Beauty Closet?" Elizabeth Swanson asked.
"Well I do want to take a peek at it," I replied, "because I'm guessing there's no way in hell it's as meticulously and brilliantly organized as when I ran it. Plus I want to try Baby Foot, if you have it."
Can you believe it? In bins, shelves, drawers and cubbies full of every kind of beauty loot imaginable, there was nary a Baby Foot to be found. "I think I might have tossed it," said Elizabeth Swanson. "It was really scaring me."
As well it should have; that shizzle is strong.
Unless you and your rough, scaly tootsies have been living under a rock, you've heard of Baby Foot, the Japanese booties laced with high-test acid that allegedly burns every bit of dry skin right off you.
Well, not immediately. You have to wait a week and change before the actual peeling takes place, and massive clumps of dead epidermis start to unhinge themselves, revealing the soft, "baby" stuff below.
(If you're feeling brave, YouTube or Google Images it. Gruesome...)
I can think of at least three excellent reasons why we FBP-ers should get with the Asian foot-peel phenom:
1. Our feet are exposed a good 10 months a year down here in FLA. This is an issue our sisters up north don't have to contend with because they get to wear boots and "real" shoes a lot more often. We FBP-ers however, need to next-level our foot grooming.
2. A lot of us are sporty (running, tennis, paddle boarding, etc.) and that can generate "build-up" that needs to be sanded off. Read: Thick, gnarly layers of calloused skin. Grrr...
3. Smooth, soft feet telegraph youth. Okay, maybe our faces, hands and chests betray our age more than our feet. But why not youthify anyway? There's really no downside to hyper-groomed, young-looking feet. Amiright?
Given all these reasons, and the fact that I'd been wanting to try Baby Foot anyway, I whipped-out my Amex and hopped on Amazon. But once there, I got sucked into that whole Prime next-day delivery jazz, and ended up with a competitive product: Djudas Foot Peeling Mask.
After placing my order, it arrived lickety-split. And on a Friday in early December, I took the plunge. Following the directions to a T, I soaked my feet in hot H20 for 30 minutes first. (I had my Kindle for iPad with me while perched on the side of the tub in my shorts + T-shirt, thus multitasking and maximizing my mid-day soak time.)
Après soak, I dried off, cut open the booties, taped 'em on, popped-on a pair of fuzzy slipper-socks to cover, and proceeded to squish about our pad, attending to this, that and the other loathsome household chore. The booties had to stay on for 90 minutes to get the full effect, and I wanted the full effect.
I'd forgotten that I had a really bad scrape on my right ankle, with oodles of raw skin, and the acid burned the bejesus out of it. For a hot sec, I thought:
"Wait, I could really hurt myself with this shite. I could like poison myself with chemicals, and die, all because I want Florida-friendly feet. Are softer, more youthful, 'baby feet' really worth all that? I'm thinking no."
But I toughed it out, and six days later, the magic - if you can call huge chunks of dried skin bubbling on your soles 'magic' - started. I was out by the pool, yapping on my cell with one of my NYC besties (not Elizabeth Swanson; another cherished editor pal, a super-private one who likes to fly under the radar), and all of a sudden I saw what all the reviews, and gnarly Google Images, had promised: An end to years of accumulated scaling and roughness.
I had soldiered-on throughout the agonizing scraped-ankle acid trip and this was my reward. Maybe not baby, never-made-contact-with-a-running-track-or-tennis-court feet. More like toddler, been-around-the-block-a-few-times feet.
During the six-day waiting process, the Djudas foot-peel people had politely emailed me from Asia to see how it was going, and to request that I write a review. I was so freaked-out by that. Does Amazon just give manufacturers your contact info now? WTH???
But once I felt like my feet were about 90 percent finished molting like a snake, I wrote back to say that while my feet were in general much softer, some of the roughest spots - namely my heels - hadn't peeled quite as well as I'd hoped.
This is what Nika, my friendly Djudas customer service rep, replied back:
"The 'full effect' of the peeling procedure in whole feet you can get only if you will keep on do such procedure regular.
Translation: This is not a one-shot deal.
I'll recon with a few dermatologists to find out if it's safe to keep peeling the bejesus out of our poor feet and get back to you about it. If I find out it is, I may do a Round 2. Heck, I might even do a Round 3 if I feel it's warranted. I'm pretty keen on having pretty feet.