The first week, it felt like pure discipline. Forcing myself to remember  — even when I was half-asleep in a makeup chair or rushing through airports early in the morning, and taking my capsules at night, no matter how late I got home. But by week two, something shifted. It stopped being a chore.  It was my quiet act of self-care in the middle of chaos.

And that’s when I started to notice it. Subtle changes. My skin felt smoother when I touched my face. My hair seemed to catch the light differently, falling around my shoulders with more ease. My energy wasn’t crashing the way it used to. I remember thinking: is this actually working?

By the end of three months, there was no question anymore. The change was undeniable. My skin had that springy, luminous feel I hadn’t seen in years. My hair looked fuller, shinier, healthier — and it made me feel instantly more confident. Even my energy felt different. I wasn’t dragging myself through each day; I was owning it. And in that moment, I realised — every early start, every day carrying the pouch in my handbag, every capsule I’d swallowed while rushing around —every strange look from people who didn’t get it… it had all been worth it.”