I feel a thousand times better and scoot back to my cupboard to find thick fluffy bed socks for my now soft and supple feet, and climb on the bed to braid the front of my hair to keep it off my face. The layers are long enough now, and always falling in front of my eyes, so I French braid across the front and down one side of my face with a little rubber band from my bag.

I hop up to admire myself in the mirror once more, and the difference it makes is amazing. Radiant and squeaky clean; my skin flawless in its sun-kissed beauty, and glowing....